<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:45:50.662+08:00</updated><category term='I will miss you guys'/><category term='I HATE YOU'/><category term='The day at Jurong Point is awesome'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Genting trip'/><category term='separate them with me and suffer the consequences'/><category term='first c.i.p. in 2010'/><category term='Have fun --'/><category term='quote'/><category term=':('/><category term='I love my nut nut and Evvie jie'/><category term=':)'/><category term='567th post'/><category term='love'/><category term='GOD DAMN IT'/><category term=';o bodaibolan isit? :X'/><title type='text'>Officially Celia Ong's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>649</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5463757682467937357</id><published>2012-01-16T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:13:39.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick, short, meaningless update</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm baaaackkkkkkkkkkkkk. So it's 12months and 2days since I've posted practically &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; and even though I'm apologetic, this post means &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt;. I'll probably still be as stagnant and non involved in my blogging like last year. I'm sorry - but blogging really isn't my thing. Especially since I dislike how I seem to type whenever I type a post, like as if I'm having a tiny race with my fingers and the noise of the typing is like the footsteps taken by a racer... It irritates me to the core. And anyway I'm probably not born to be a blogger. :p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. There's a lot of change in my life and I'm happy for that :D I'm probably going to start another blog for 2012, or maybe not. Really depending on how enthusiastic I am at updating. Anyway I'm also S3 now! So packed! :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'll see ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Reemindher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5463757682467937357?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5463757682467937357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5463757682467937357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5463757682467937357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5463757682467937357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-short-meaningless-update.html' title='quick, short, meaningless update'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2842517813259376740</id><published>2011-01-14T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T15:56:56.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weeeee. hey all. I know it's been uber long since I posted ANYTHING (not that anyone cared anyway :D) but I've got tons to say (not that anyone wanna know :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've a solo part in Choir! (silent cheer!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've got a feeling (but a darn stupid one) that my crush is actually... feeling the same way abt me. But I know it's like, 20% possible. But 80% totally, uber, impossible. And anyway we're total opposites :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SEC ONES ARE COMING TO CHOIR!!!! (but they're coming nxt Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ABRSM &amp;amp; SYF is coming soon! :O !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. cause of New Year, I GOTTA ALOTTA CLOTHESA!!!!! hahahahaha. esp those types that I LURVVVVEEEE: checkered tees &amp;amp;&amp;amp; vests FTW!!!! ^^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Today, Mr. Adyll (a.k.a Choir's instructor) said there'll be a PIANIST, he's Mr. Jarold (I think that's his name's spelling) so, like, yeah. And he looks REALLY familiar. Like I've seen him somewhere. :S but whatever, whenever I look @ someone, I always say they look familiar anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I half hate half like my Physics teacher. (caution: VERY LONG STORY/POINT) Cause he says that Group Leaders (and yes, that's me) has to take control of the project. Then if the project got like, Cs or Ds, then GROUP LEADERS ONLY, their grades would go down. By ONE F***ING GRADE. And we're talking about PROJECT, not like, exams, tests, all those. Then if the project got Bs or As, then the WHOLE GROUP, all of our grades would go one grade higher. So it's like, tooting unfair -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Recently, we had a CCA Display Day and HONESTLY: IT WAS SO TOOTING TIRING. Cause we have to perform "Hunchback of Notre Dame" for FOUR TIMES. UGHHH. then 2 times is @ our booth. the other 2 was @ the hall. Like toot man! Then during break (we had round 2hrs lunch break), we went out to eat, the SuperBowl there. Then ate KFC ^^ hearts to the core k? :D but, with fun/joy comes hardship/difficulty. hahas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. on 4th Jan, decided to go get thermo cause 5th have temperature taking. Then at Watsons, asked the lady, then she said "NO STOCK ALR." like WTH. It's rather ironic that there's no thermo in stock, cause it's like, in order to make sure we're safe (at least with a normal temp) then they should sell / stock up on thermos so that we're safe??? sigh. k. end. of nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. then I found out a few OMFG facts about my crush. It's like, he lives SO TOOTING FAR from the school. Like, it takes round 1hr public transport ride. like tooting TOOT. :O!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. then on 6th Jan, I slept for 12hrs. HAHAAHA. I know ~ Epic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I was the MT monitress  and Science Rep, it's rather weird, how I actually got to become MT Monitress. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Today and Yesterday = lovely time of my life. HAHAHA. Cause it's like, yesterday stayed back do Science Q Project, then met up with Adha. Then we lunched at canteen, with a bunch of other SC-iians. Then when I bought my plate of food, getting rdy to go back to the seat, I saw him standing near the sink. Then our eyes practically met for 3secs!!! Before I looked at the path I'm walking towards :S ! Halfway through eating, Adha nudged me tell me look behind, then I looked behind, then our eyes met AGAIN. but this time it was rather swift and short cause it's like, I saw him then I turned back ASAP once more. :PPP !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today it's early in the morning, met with Adha go sch tgt. Then aft she went to do her SC duties, I was going towards my class. Then as I was turning the corner, heading towards the stairs, I saw him standing there, then my distance to the stairs is rather far, and (if he's going down/up) he could have alr went off once I reached the stairs. But nooooooo, instead when I reached, he was round 'half level', almost going down, then he's like, going very slowly~ walking around like that . muhahahaha. and the best thing? at the stairs, it's just him and I :D! so. yeah. that supports number two. :DD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. today in the morning aft. reach class (and yes, aft seeing him) I saw Darrell then tell him to let me play his iPhone 4. He damn lucky lo! His parents allow him to buy apps!!! :@! then i accidentally 'slept' the phone, and when I 'woke' it, it was passcode locked. Then Darrell totally willingly just gave me his pw. HAHA. so cool sia. so. yeah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. k. end of v long info-ed post. bb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2842517813259376740?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2842517813259376740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2842517813259376740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2842517813259376740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2842517813259376740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2011/01/long-infoed-post.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-3455121932949359802</id><published>2010-12-29T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:53:20.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xtra short post</title><content type='html'>wow. just got a new comp. it rocks like )*#@&amp;amp;$(&amp;amp;@#%^(@#*^ okay?!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. that's more or less the update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;support my blogshop ppl :D thanks ! gonna look for new things to update on the blogshop soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee. school reopening. then ytd went to Choir Workshop. A bit... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. then tmr have practice. dammit. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for school to reopen = the time i die :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-3455121932949359802?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3455121932949359802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=3455121932949359802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3455121932949359802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3455121932949359802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/xtra-short-post.html' title='xtra short post'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-3312568793711513922</id><published>2010-12-24T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:23:42.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i just opened an official blogshop: &lt;a href="http://foreverblogshoppers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;www.foreverblogshoppers.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please visit and support financially. :D cheers!&lt;br /&gt;k. so tired aft. redoing everything.&lt;br /&gt;finally finished up chinese homework. :D 10days to relax. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;last night went to visit DIY craft websites. and they are AWESOME. am definitely going to experiment some and see if you guys like it. ;p&lt;br /&gt;k, nothing much. bye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-3312568793711513922?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3312568793711513922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=3312568793711513922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3312568793711513922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3312568793711513922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-opened-official-blogshop-www.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-7366470066952733109</id><published>2010-12-18T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T14:24:42.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs to listen. muhaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v4EVjZstFNE?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the only exception&lt;/span&gt; - Cover by Sam Tsui. Awesome to the core &lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a2RA0vsZXf8?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just a dream&lt;/span&gt; - Cover by Sam and Christina. Awesome to the core too. Replayable like mad. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-7366470066952733109?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7366470066952733109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=7366470066952733109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7366470066952733109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7366470066952733109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-exception-paramore-sam-tsui-cover.html' title='songs to listen. muhaha'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v4EVjZstFNE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6666060039696655717</id><published>2010-12-05T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:23:32.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>hi peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna tell you guys that there will be a stand-down in sales/anything operating on this blogshop&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; from 7th Dec till 16th Dec. :D&lt;/span&gt; But if you still want anything, go ahead and mail me, but be warned that emails won't be replied till 16th Dec. Sorry for the trouble. :) Hope you guys wouldn't mind~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. wow. :D i'm feeling so artsy fartsy today (i told Alison that alr :P), I bought a DIY Piggy Bank to paint. EHHEE. but my painting like sheeze. then i all of a sudd came upon HAMA BEADS online.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I MISSED THEM SO DANG MUCH!&lt;/span&gt; and if I got my hands on a set, i'd probably do some HAMA BEADS Keychains and sell them. HAHA. be warned and prepared once more. but i'd probably suck on the first attempt. so gonna try till it's OH SO FABULOUS and worth buying ^^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I DO sell Hama Beads Keychains, you guys can email me what sort you want. like, hearts, cartoon characters, etc. - provided that i haven't made them yet. :DD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. end of update. hahahaaa. so excited to get my hands on HAMA BEADS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6666060039696655717?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6666060039696655717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6666060039696655717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6666060039696655717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6666060039696655717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2020789649603127635</id><published>2010-11-30T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:54:16.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogshop, moolah/kachingz, stuff.</title><content type='html'>Wow. Holidays have came and passed - 1month alr!&lt;br /&gt;And I spent quite loads of kachingz on loads of stuff. Today also did loads of OMFG stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Cause today decided to buy new bookshelf, then tmr the shelf would come, so must take EVERYTHING out and throw away EVERY SINGLE crap. then omfg man! move here move there like sheez. then so must dust - make me sneeze :( then now i smell so bad but im lazy to go bath. but i suppose i would after i... did smth. whatever it was.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nowadays keep have the idea of earning some kachingz/moolah myself. dont want depend on parents anymore. must be tooting independent now la! :@ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;so, decided to gather some stuff and sell. maybe i post pics here aft. confirm stuff. if you're interested in what im selling beforehand, can mail me at: wuliu78jiushi@yahoo.com.sg or can SMS me. :)) well, im also joining another blogshop - daphnne's. but i think it depends? cause i dont have like, supplier/stock and stuff. so it's not everytime you want, i have, that kind of thing. cause hehehe, if i lucky can sell all stock away before 2011, hehe ~ then maybe bring in more stocks? nt sure. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. my english getting more and more worse with every passing day!!! see, so much shortforms -.- god ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be changing this blog into blog cum blogshop. ^^ so be v... qi dai with what im selling. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la. maybe i tmr can post the things up. support me and daphnne's blogshop wor~ will link the upcoming blogshop soon. agn, if anyone wants to advertise their blogshops in mine, go ahead and mail me ^^ i'll do my best to include you in it wor ~ thanks ^^ LOL!&lt;/blockquote&gt;all blogshopping. gosh. really hope can do it this time. aft. a super failed one with Nat. HAHA. that one absolutely dead. URL also can forget O.O&lt;br /&gt;so, if anyone can rmb that URL, tag please ^^ i wanna see if i can use that blogshop once more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2020789649603127635?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2020789649603127635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2020789649603127635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2020789649603127635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2020789649603127635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogshop-moolahkachingz-stuff.html' title='blogshop, moolah/kachingz, stuff.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-7784116300770705698</id><published>2010-11-22T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:40:51.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>godsh. - haha</title><content type='html'>Here with more quizzes. And an update of my life. Which is kinda stupid. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I had a 80% interesting childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Stuck your hand into the pot of rice (uncooked) and played around with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Purposely stepped and walked 'box by box' on the tiles on the floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Used a mirror to reflect the light rays, causing this reflected light ray on the wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Made use of the rough surface texture of a coin and shaded out the 'image' of it by placing a paper over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[  ] Folded back a sweet wrapper to its original shape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Sat in the supermarket trolley while your parents do grocery shopping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Secretly pasted a piece of note behind your classmate's back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Tapped someone's left shoulder but is standing on the person's right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Stepped and follow in the path of other people's shadows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[   ] Threw other people's slipper down the flat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[   ] Slided on the railing of the staircase.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Walked in the opposite direction on an escalator. [Run actually...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Used a highlighter to paint your nails.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Purposely turned/spinned the umbrella that you held when it rained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Purposely walked under the area where there's more rain while holding an umbrella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[   ] Stood in front of the mirror and sing/dance/act when no one is at home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Purposely purred like a cat when you see a dog, or barked like a dog when you see a cat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Purposely stamped your feet at birds to chase them away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Burst the bubbles of the protective layer for electrical appliances/bulky/fragile stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[X] Played teacher-student game with soft toys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tally  up your scores, then times the number by 5 to get the  percentage. Rename the note as 'I had a ___%  interesting  childhood.' And tag as many people as you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;K. :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was uber tiring and to be truthful - boring.&lt;br /&gt;Had Choir practice today and didn't sleep enough at night, so v. tired and sleepy. Then we had full rehearsal and the big big big problem is we don't have any lunch break - AT ALL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like: hungry, tired, sleepy, lifeless, etc. God.&lt;br /&gt;Then aft. rehearsal, we went back to practicing and then there's a small audition for SYF, to place whom in where, I still stayed wherever I came from :P&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Then aft. that, we went back, but I went to Gek Poh with a bunch of Choir mates. Went there to eat. :P&lt;br /&gt;Then eat very very very EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Until very full. And the "EEE..." doesn't mean shrieking or whatevs, it's just, YAY in other forms. :P&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is really stupid - the post.&lt;br /&gt;But, this whole week i'll be busy :( and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-7784116300770705698?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7784116300770705698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=7784116300770705698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7784116300770705698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for 'hurting you.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You have ran into a glass/screen door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You have run into a tree/bush. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You have been called a blond.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You just tried to lick your elbow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star had the same melody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You just sang them to make sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[x] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You type with three fingers or less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You have fallen asleep in class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] Sometimes you just can't stop thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you are talking about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your 'inside voice.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL: 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug accidentally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x]  You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your  hand/pocket the whole time. e.g. picks, cards, pens, phones, money, keys  etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You have posted bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen if you don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You break a lot of things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] The word "um" is used frequently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] You plan to use a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL: 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Multiply the number by 4 and post your title as 'I'm ___% mentally unstable'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I like to write in really big fonts. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4283573085593349839?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4283573085593349839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4283573085593349839' title='0 Comments'/><link 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AHH. AHH. AHH. AHH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.commercialappeal.com/whining_dining/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 318px;" src="http://blogs.commercialappeal.com/whining_dining/cupcakes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a sudden crappy urge to bake ;o It could be anything though, but most preferred types are: cookies and cupcakes :D I especially love uber cute cupcakes AND uber chocolatey cookies, where the choco chips just melt into your mouth *_*&lt;br /&gt;HEHE.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/1JiGbcJvoDzn75ZX5I0E775X77nopYGS4WF9q6vKFLV-H6Fl8RZjKZ2LOrTxsUxrTpm185*8G8o3C23idLVia4A-XM0IVBvM/no_fur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/1JiGbcJvoDzn75ZX5I0E775X77nopYGS4WF9q6vKFLV-H6Fl8RZjKZ2LOrTxsUxrTpm185*8G8o3C23idLVia4A-XM0IVBvM/no_fur.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, after watching an uber sad, disgusting, horrid video, I decided that from now on I wouldn't wear fur. But it's not like I wear fur everyday every single second or that I LOVE fur to the core, it's just that I wasn't so 'actively hating fur' before. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thanks to the craving of baking, I want to sign up for a baking course. :(&lt;br /&gt;But I want a cheap and productive one. LOL. But it's kinda stupid for me to sign up for that course, cause I don't have any equipment to aid me in baking. *eye ball roller* so yeah. And just by typing "eye ball roller" made me think of something really icky. So... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just wanna ask if anyone wanna join a baking course too, or that you're already IN a baking course. I mean, interests, ya know? For fun? I mean, if you're baking for fun, obviously you won't go to an uber expensive yet 'intense' course, right? I would just prefer a one day course of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Then today was uber cool. Why? Cause our Choir coach treated ALL Choir members to Fish Burger, from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stamp.umd.edu/images/mcdonalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.stamp.umd.edu/images/mcdonalds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP! MCDONALDS! And it's SO UBER cool OKAY?! Cause it's like, early in the morning, everyone was so tired and SOME didn't eat, so our coach was like, "Okay, is anyone vegetarian here? Cause I ordered Fish burger for all of you." Then there was a slight buzz, but it died down super soon (looks like no one's really excited to put on some weight :P) Then yeah, the food came (cost over 100bucks, I believe) then we ate then returned to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something just had to happen. But it was before the Mc. situation. Cause it's early in the morning then half an hour into the practice, I started feeling giddy, and I looked up at the ceiling and started to sit down on the floor (our coach said it's okay to sit on the floor if you're feeling giddy - it's natural to feel giddy) so yeah... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I uber hate something. It's like, when I do something, no one cares, even if it's good, fabulous, worth-praised-at kind of thing. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noooooo&lt;/span&gt; someone else who does that exact same thing as I did got praised, got all the attention. Oh please. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that my Choir mates are starting to get more...... louder in their singing, I believe. Idk how to explain. But those quiet ones/those who are faking the singing by lip-singing are actually singing quite loudly until I can hear, right beside them :D ! But I've got a feeling that the reason I can hear them is because I de-proved like shit. -.- Honestly. It's like, I feel so... soft and so... out of tune. -.-&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6787407403631586431?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6787407403631586431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6787407403631586431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6787407403631586431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6787407403631586431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh.html' title='AHH. AHH. AHH. AHH. AHH.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8341729497326910339</id><published>2010-11-15T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:27:10.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEYYYYYY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.layoutlocator.com/graphics/dldimg/a518c0ebaf66c648bfb8ad07960525e6_ImSorry090207042645.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 279px;" src="http://www.layoutlocator.com/graphics/dldimg/a518c0ebaf66c648bfb8ad07960525e6_ImSorry090207042645.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm uber sorry. :(For not posting for so long. HAHAHAHAHHAAAHAA. Yeah right -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/bec/lowres/becn98l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/bec/lowres/becn98l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just cleaning up room just now. 50mins or so ago. And WOW, it took up TWO BIG PLASTIC BAGS. My rubbish! Well, I've decided - the textbooks are a keeper, the worksheets... BURN THEM TO DEATHHHHH!!!! or just stuff them down the rubbish chute :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay. Again, so sorry for not posting. Cause I'm more active on Facebook posting wall posts than typing long blog posts on blogger.com. Teehee. So yeah. Well, nothing much happened. I suppose, other than going overseas twice within two weeks and my performances are coming the next week. Omg. Now that I realized it, I'm so worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;REASONS I'M SO DAMMIT WORRIED:&lt;br /&gt;1. I haven't learned well ALL of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;2. I haven't even STARTED learning any of the choreography that's in one of the songs (HORRID)&lt;br /&gt;3. OMGGGG. I DON'T KNOW.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So yeah. Then recently went back to school to see S2 Combination with S2 Senior. Yeah. Kinda cool. I really want 3 Pures. Sighs. And no POA please. xP.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. -.- K. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8341729497326910339?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8341729497326910339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8341729497326910339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8341729497326910339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8341729497326910339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/heyyyyyy.html' title='HEYYYYYY.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2875135006793554592</id><published>2010-10-12T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:15:44.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATH, SCIENCE &amp; ART ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.borg.com/%7Erjgtoons/images/ed20.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 443px;" src="http://www.borg.com/%7Erjgtoons/images/ed20.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Epic fail&lt;/span&gt; for the teacher :P &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, decided to update aft. quite long. :D&lt;br /&gt;Left with 3 subjects! *Happy to the core*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maths, Science and Art.&lt;/span&gt; Though art feels damn redundant. But Math and Science!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; AW, those two are&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; epically loved&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Especially&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; math.&lt;/span&gt; I actually tried requesting for more exam papers cause I've got none, but I couldn't be bothered to look for Mr. Sim. LOL. So I'm doing the workbook instead. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But, AWWWW, MATH! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SO AWESOME! I FEEL SO HAPPY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;:DDDD &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MATH ~ LOL ! Sorry, freak out session. Anyway, just, yeah. 3 more subs. ^^ Then I'm free! Then have Choir practice and performance, then I'm free! :D LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2875135006793554592?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2875135006793554592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2875135006793554592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2875135006793554592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2875135006793554592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/math-science-art.html' title='MATH, SCIENCE &amp; ART ♥'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8605839264580778774</id><published>2010-10-06T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:14:06.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epic shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TKwhd4Qqi1I/AAAAAAAAASc/BlUvtPT3ZCk/s1600/IMG_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TKwhd4Qqi1I/AAAAAAAAASc/BlUvtPT3ZCk/s320/IMG_0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524827640078961490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS IS MY NEW SHOE :DDD SCHOOL SHOE :DDDD &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DECO-ED &lt;/span&gt;IT MYSELF ! :D &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EPIC RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ! Finished ONE exam ! :D So happy. So now, I'm too lazy to study for the rest. LOL. Yup. K.&lt;br /&gt;That's all, showing my epic shoe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8605839264580778774?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8605839264580778774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8605839264580778774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8605839264580778774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8605839264580778774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/epic-shoe.html' title='epic shoe'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TKwhd4Qqi1I/AAAAAAAAASc/BlUvtPT3ZCk/s72-c/IMG_0285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4356280099289082571</id><published>2010-09-29T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:16:47.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the whole days i'm sleeping :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mbc/lowres/mbcn689l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mbc/lowres/mbcn689l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YUP! AGREED ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mbc/lowres/mbcn529l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mbc/lowres/mbcn529l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Epic laziness. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uploads.resolve.me.uk/AWESOME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://uploads.resolve.me.uk/AWESOME.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HEHE. SO CUTE ! *HEARTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. Finally can use comp to post. Okay la, it's not just now, actually weekends also can post. Just lazy. Sorry for no updates. But doubt anyone would care. :P&lt;br /&gt;So... where was I? Oh right. The councillor part. Well, went ahead and did it on Thursday. Had a round 1 game and round 2 game. :) Round 1 was to think up of things to do on different scenarios, like sports day, Qatar people come to visit, etc. Then round 2 was games. :) First game we played was to step on this mat (everyone) then try to flip it over. Then did it with one leg aft. that. :P &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Had cramps&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;Then next game was at my class! :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;* HEARTS *&lt;/span&gt; Then when enter, it was like: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. Cause it's like, some chairs are toppled over (purposely) and strings tied all about, then tables with the top/base lifted to act as 'walls'. HAHA. Then I tried. Had to be blindfolded then had to pick up balloons. OMG. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;My eyes can sweat.&lt;/span&gt; That's the main thing I learnt. LOL. Then my group mates all telling me go where to pick it up. Then last game was... building a rocket. With straws, scotch tape. Yep. Then Mr. Tan (so called 'head of s.c.') said &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"WOAH! This is probably the BEST rocket I've ever seen!"&lt;/span&gt; haha! Then assembled and then left.&lt;br /&gt;END ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then the next few days hard at studying. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cough cough cough puke out blood***&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;But I got study la. Covered History and half of Home Econs! SEE :D Still have like, a few more subjects (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;a.k.a. a lot&lt;/span&gt;) so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;got selected for 2nd round&lt;/span&gt;. WTH. Then it's interview with S.C. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I was v. v. super reluctant&lt;/span&gt; lo. I even seek help from Miss Norita. And what the hell did she say? She said&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; "I'm sorry I can't do anything, but you have to go to the interview and tell them personally"&lt;/span&gt; then aft. the interview, I realized that even if you say you don't want, there's a possibility that they could select you for round 3 -.- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LIKE WTF LO. Can respect our answers or not?&lt;/span&gt; -.- If cannot respect then can don't ask Qs like that IN THE FIRST PLACE?!&lt;br /&gt;Then at the interview, it's by group. Groups of 3. Sometimes 2 or 4. Then go AVA and get interviewed. Easy questions la. But sometimes quite tricky. So, yeah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hope I don't get into round 3 ! *crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt; haha!&lt;br /&gt;Then again, studied hard. Stayed back for study group created by teachers to study. Then sometimes very noisy -.- Like please la, can study or not??? Then&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt; today. I wanted to slack.&lt;/span&gt; So I didn't stay back to cram my head with knowledge. Today would be a 'free from knowledge' day. And today my mum went overseas. Cruise trip. :( So, yeah. Then today went around with senior NUR ADHA :) at JP to shop for some sort of file thing she wants. Ends up (because I'm in a rush to get home and kiss this laptop) she didn't find it. Instead she bought a pencil and lead. -.- Then yesterday &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;was EPIC. Yesterday night&lt;/span&gt;, to be more precise. At about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;12 midnight&lt;/span&gt;, my mum went into my room and because I was still awake, asked me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"You want eat anything from Mcdonalds? I go buy"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LOL! Then I was so awe-struck. Then she said &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"I'm hungry la..."&lt;/span&gt; then I offered to go with her. So we went (I got a double fillet :P) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;there's a lot of cockroaches!!!! ESPECIALLY AT NIGHT!!!! GROSS TO THE CORE LA!!!!!!!!!!!!  :@ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO: WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;I'm here. Safe and sound :D And my brother's asleep. So I can use pass 4pm. YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Physics project&lt;/span&gt;. That was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;epic&lt;/span&gt;, too. :D We had to create a playground that teaches little children about physics. Then what &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I did was a 3 level slide&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Awesome. :P So, yeah... -.- Okay. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4356280099289082571?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4356280099289082571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4356280099289082571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4356280099289082571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4356280099289082571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-whole-days-im-sleeping-p.html' title='for the whole days i&apos;m sleeping :P'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-1715268981393012345</id><published>2010-09-14T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:06:32.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irony, S.C., pros &amp; cons, stupidity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6LZCac-kI/SglBar1_8tI/AAAAAAAAB00/4ZfhHNSvk6A/s400/irony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6LZCac-kI/SglBar1_8tI/AAAAAAAAB00/4ZfhHNSvk6A/s400/irony.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IRONY. That seriously happens to me nowadays. :( I hate you irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahas. Irony. It's good that I've learned that word. Cause at least I can explain with a single word what has happened to me these few days. Okay, maybe not these few days. Yesterday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out I was 'selected' to be the dumb 'student councillor' by friends aft. recess, during MT lesson. They were like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"CONGRATS CELIA!"&lt;/span&gt; and I was like: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"wth... what for?"&lt;/span&gt; then they'd say &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"YOU'RE SELECTED TO BE A STUDENT COUNCILLOR!''&lt;/span&gt; and they will all be smiling at me. But little do they know how much I hate to be one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you might have read about how much I dislike a S.C. in our school, maybe not.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (you can read about it &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Just read the first post, 2nd blockquote, also known as 'greenish yellowish color box'. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's v. ironic. How can they ask a person who hates to be a S.C. to be one? Huh... unless... they have a motive! To make me like to be an S.C.! :O ! Anyway I hate camps. And obv. aft looking through the list of programmes for each level in the school's website, I freaked out. Especially looking at the S3 part. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;6D5N camp. WTF??? &lt;/span&gt;So, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up the space, but I really can't seem to do it. Not sure why. o___o But anyway whether you wanna give it up or not, you have to go through the stupid interview. And if you don't, something will happen to your conduct. I think you'll get a 'fair' conduct. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LIKE PLEASE LA. It's not like S.C. is super important right??? DUDE, PLEASE CONSIDER THIS: exams is coming soon, LESS THAN A MONTH, then people can spend their time studying, but you want to drag them down??? Say S.C. more important? Blackmail/Threaten people by saying if don't come your conduct will become fair? AIYA COME ON LA. WHICH IS MORE IMPT.? S.C. OR GRADES? IF SAY S.C. MORE IMPORTANT THEN WHY ALL S.C.s ACT LIKE SHIT ONE? ACT LIKE THEY V. BIG, BUT IN THE END ALSO NOTHING BIG??? WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Stupid noob uh. Like what mans. -.- But I'm just gonna go, on Thursday, go, fail that damned interview, then nothing much happening. Huh. Threaten only. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But whatev. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming blockquote would be on the pros and cons of being a S.C., just for me to view, so at least I can see whether CONS will win over PROS -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I get to organize impt. events. Or at least, until I'm S3.&lt;br /&gt;* I get equipped with skills of time-management, endurance, perseverance and discipline&lt;br /&gt;* I get to know more people/seniors&lt;br /&gt;* I get a damned badge (S2) and a damned tie (S3) and my damned badge will 'change color' once I get to S4 (to show superiority)&lt;br /&gt;* The things seems fun (not considering camps, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;CONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Too many show off S.C.s&lt;br /&gt;* S.C.s cannot be considered as leaders because they themselves don't show good examples &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* The camps. I hate camps.&lt;br /&gt;* I have to keep on pinning that damned badge onto my shirt, then wear that damned tie (s3) early in the morning for assembly every school day.&lt;br /&gt;* Extra, unneeded stress&lt;br /&gt;* S.C. job definitely have a lot of threatening in it. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. Draw -.- URGH. Never mind, see how stupid interview goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-1715268981393012345?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1715268981393012345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=1715268981393012345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1715268981393012345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1715268981393012345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/irony-sc-pros-cons-stupidity.html' title='irony, S.C., pros &amp; cons, stupidity.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6LZCac-kI/SglBar1_8tI/AAAAAAAAB00/4ZfhHNSvk6A/s72-c/irony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6531706264960719955</id><published>2010-09-11T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:09:15.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored holidays, korean shows to watch, homework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c281/nmariemarshall/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c281/nmariemarshall/bored.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe. Exactly. But the last part about the underwater part... it never seems to happen. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; ! That's what I wanna scream so badly. And yes, I know I've not been actively posting what I'm doing. So whatever. But then... :( There's nothing much uh. Go school on Monday to do stupid  VLTrek cause cannot access at home. Then on Wed. go school for Choir. Yeah. That's more or less it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And now? I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; cause I'm not sure what to watch. What Korean Dramas I should watch. And I don't like to re-watch, unless it's desperate. And I'm waiting for "Mischievous Kiss" ep 5 to come out. But it comes out in like, 4 days. Followed by ep 6 in 5 days. So it's a damn long wait. And because of stupid holiday homework, my table is crammed with all of the done homework and I can't wait to pass the bloody homework to all my bloody teachers. Seriously. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Here, I updated :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6531706264960719955?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6531706264960719955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6531706264960719955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6531706264960719955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6531706264960719955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/bored-holidays-korean-shows-to-watch.html' title='bored holidays, korean shows to watch, homework.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-156822203221940753</id><published>2010-08-31T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:03:36.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese project, filming, xiao wang zi</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.marketplaceadvisor.channeladvisor.com/hi/69/69313/domo_patch_set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 520px;" src="http://images.marketplaceadvisor.channeladvisor.com/hi/69/69313/domo_patch_set.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have no damned idea how Domo's relevant to this post, but I love him now :D So deal with it! :@&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. Almost forgot. I had to write about yesterday :D. Yesterday did the Chinese project! It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking fun&lt;/span&gt;. :D seriously ! We had to film ourselves. YEP! Then my group chose Chapter 13 to act. Then early in the morning&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; ODD NUMBER&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TWO HOURS FREE PERIOD&lt;/span&gt;, cause our H.E. teacher didn't come :DDD ! Then in the meantime, I discussed with the other 2 group members that I have with me. Then we changed the whole script ourselves. Haha! Then some parts was quite funny. Like how&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 小王子 had to fly to 电路灯的叔叔's planet, then he had to sing the Gatsby song&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then MT period didn't get to film, so had to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; film aft. school, 3.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then because one of my groupmates had to go for Maths remedial, then we asked Mr. Sim if can borrow her for awhile. 15 minutes. Then like, wth sia! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Turns out we needed 1hr 45mins&lt;/span&gt; -.- And it's not the group's fault. Cause we could finish within 10 mins. Instead, it's our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;teacher's fault&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you take more than 5 mins?&lt;br /&gt;We:  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she decided go create more memory space. Then she took about... 1hour plus?? Wth. We waited, rehearsing and laughing and whatever crap. Before she came back. -.- Then we acted within 5mins :D&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; SO AWESOME LA &lt;/span&gt;! Then because we change script, some of the lines didn't have to read, then cause I didn't note it, I keep fussing inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden my friend skipped one part of the script (the needed part), then I was like: what the hell??? Then I changed the whole thing in my head. In the end&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; I messed up&lt;/span&gt;. Then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;小王子 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;quickly helped by saying if I had a fever from doing so much things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then I knew&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; she was helping me&lt;/span&gt;. So I played along with her. HAHA ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;SO FUN ! &lt;/span&gt;Then went home :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-156822203221940753?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/156822203221940753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=156822203221940753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/156822203221940753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/156822203221940753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/chinese-project-filming-xiao-wang-zi.html' title='chinese project, filming, xiao wang zi'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-7257964642276415646</id><published>2010-08-31T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:51:49.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teacher's day, concert, wgps, whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s1.smsnshayari.com/teachers-day/pencil-teacher.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://s1.smsnshayari.com/teachers-day/pencil-teacher.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA ! I remember this ! It was during our just now Concert, then the background screen keep have this pencil moving about. But the colour of the background was different. Purple, I think. Or maybe it's just because of the projector without it's projector screen or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.graphics18.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/happy-teachers-day-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 215px;" src="http://www.graphics18.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/happy-teachers-day-13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kind of a boring day. Except that I saw Mdm Neo :D Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Today, early in the morning just went to school, had this stupid food party which instead of all the food in the centre of the room, it became individual packets of tidbits on a person's table and everyone rushes to eat it. One person even bought bread and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salmon&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sardines&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. Which is cool. But... hmm. Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had the carnival, where S1 and S2 had to set up game stalls. Which our class is probably the lamest. Cause hardly anyone came to play and after awhile, the stall tenders just went off. Without caring a single heck of what the stall may become. LOL. But the carnival was boring -.- Didn't play anything, instead, I was bound on finding all the teachers that's on my list (which is on my hand) to give them the origami tulip. It was hard in the process. Spent about 15mins~ making one stalk of tulip. But every single one was disgusting. No teacher I gave to could guess what it was, correctly. But Mdm Neo said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;It's the thought that counts&lt;/span&gt;". But she still couldn't guess what it was. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this sports thing, where S3-S5 students can compete in either basketball, captain's ball or soccer with a group of teachers. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;STUDENTS&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TEACHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :D Then I was watching the basketball match plus a bit of the captain ball's match. He was there. :) Also watching the match. But anyway he's S3, so he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be watching it. :) But his hair is definitely growing super quickly. Like he has this hair grow hormone inside of him... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft. that was the 2hr 30mins concert. Omg -.- The first few performances by students were either lack of rehearsals, practice, organisation, or whatsoever. In other words? It sucks. No offence. :( But then there's this S4/S5 guy? (he looks that age) and he started playing the piano and singing some songs (all remixed and cut short, then placed together) alone, then there just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to be this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;extra guy&lt;/span&gt; which enters and sings along with him, that guy did some solos. But seriously? His singing sucks. He can't follow the beat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at al&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He goes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off tune&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(out of the other performances). -.- But the end performances were&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fab-tastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but because it was near 12.30 (release time), I didn't bother to care. But class 4-5 (where most of my seniors were) did the damned best! Like seriously! Almost everything was synchronized. Like they practiced since the first year. :D So awesome !&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( HEARTS )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So yep. Then aft. school saw Adha at bus stop, went to library with her, then bought a hairband (FINALLY) and she bought Burger King, but she's fasting, so she can't eat at that time, she brought it home. then she gave me the coke. :D Cause she has a bottle of god knows what inside her bag already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to school. Walked around with Adha cause Mdm Neo haven't come out yet. Then when I went back to canteen, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :DD Then talked, chatted, pushed a few boys, hit a few boys, laughed, gave presents, and it's the end. :D Then some of them wanted to find Mdm Liam (5A teacher), but because all the other teachers keep say "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO TO CANTEEN! AND WAIT FOR YOUR TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;!" so we couldn't -.- But whatever. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Had a fun time&lt;/span&gt;. And somehow, I feel that my head is turning around, spinning about, as I type this. Maybe I'm too tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-7257964642276415646?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7257964642276415646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=7257964642276415646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7257964642276415646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7257964642276415646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/teachers-day-concert-wgps-whatever.html' title='teacher&apos;s day, concert, wgps, whatever.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8506995991055674922</id><published>2010-08-29T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:59:34.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fire, firefighter, you, lame, haha, burnt, stupid, don't know, long title, end, soon, i hope :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mchumor.com/00images/3509_fire_cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 435px;" src="http://www.mchumor.com/00images/3509_fire_cartoon.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's what happened in the early evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you didn't get what I meant in the blockquote, I meant the situation, not what the stupid firefighters did. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I came back from somewhere within Singapore, a fire started. In my block. My HDB. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;My flat.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But when I arrived, the whole fire has stopped, and the cause? Some inconsiderate ass placed a sofa (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, a god damned sofa&lt;/span&gt;) out onto the corridor for god knows what reason and it just got set on fire. How? I have no god damned idea. Seriously. A sofa. Outside at the corridor. A fire. Is it like, a prank? Or did it just start up by itself? Like the mites living inside the sofa decided to have a campfire in the middle of the hot afternoon and started a fire and cooked smores and those things??? -.- Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sad thing was that the electricity had to be cut off. Luckily not water. Or else I would have thirst to death &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; melted to death. Cause it was super hot okay?? And another sad sad sad thing??? My room was filled with the smoke, gas, whatev. it was. And it smells damn bad. And it only left around 6pm, which is about 1 hour away. -.- Then the electricity came back automatically around 6.45pm. Then some maintenance guy came and knocked on the door, checked the electricity then left. :) Thanks for caring yos! \m/! appreciated it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yep. I took a photo of the firetruck. LOL. Like very lame like that ;P Then it happened on the 2nd floor. So actually v. easy can see which flat. Haha! Cause for my block, at the lift (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;facing the lift&lt;/span&gt;), you look to your left and look up at the ceiling (which stretches to the 2nd floor), then you can see half of the ceiling black, smokey, burnt, and the other half almost burnt but still white. :) So it's like evidence. But I didn't took the photo. Hms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have a sudden craving to go overseas like mad. Just GO GO GO. Take plane fly somewhere far. Far away from Singapore maybe. Sighs. So yep. :) Don't bother to see the firefighter photo, maybe next time, when I do a 'gather' together photo thingy. Whatever -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow got test. Don't bother studying for it. Cause I know I auto fail. Cause this test, for the whole time I don't understand a single shit that's happening. And the teacher doesn't care. So, yep :) I know if I fail this, then the next test must pull high high high. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8506995991055674922?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8506995991055674922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8506995991055674922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8506995991055674922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8506995991055674922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/fire-firefighter-you-lame-haha-burnt.html' title='fire, firefighter, you, lame, haha, burnt, stupid, don&apos;t know, long title, end, soon, i hope :)'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5731629405972382094</id><published>2010-08-27T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:39:36.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGHHH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.twolia.com/blogs/daily-beauty-break/files/2009/04/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 378px;" src="http://www.twolia.com/blogs/daily-beauty-break/files/2009/04/stress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today felt so stressed out too. :(&lt;br /&gt;Did the stupid Mother Tongue project. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We improvised on it for the thousandth time&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then today also presented the MT project, then because teacher let us redo then we redo then we improvised, again, for the thousandth time. :)&lt;br /&gt;So. Yep. So tired. then because we changed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;script&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, there's acting included) &lt;/span&gt;and we need to do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;props, costumes, &lt;/span&gt;then v. tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then go school library do project, the head librarian say we too noisy, if she comes and warn us again, we get out. -.- Then go class do, class still have a few students stay back copy History textbook cause they failed their Common Test. Then the boys that's still in class if f.ing retarded! Keep close the door, lock people out -.- Then people outside keep banging on the door, f. you all la. Then people in there keep distract my mates, they write something like "(insert group mate name here) LOVE (insert a guy's name here)". Seriously la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them write lo, who f.ing cares? If you did nothing wrong, why be scared? If people anyhow think then let them anyhow think -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of my group mate v. angry like that, not really angry, just very... pissed on a subject: having a new thing in the script. Cause she already gave a few ideas, then we don't want accept cause some people involved don't want to do it. Then she keep "THEN YOU GUYS THINK LO. I GAVE TWO IDEAS BUT IS REJECTED, SO YOU GUYS THINK LO" then she keep nag on that idea. Dude, I get it. But please get this: YOUR IDEA IS TOO RIDICULOUS, THAT'S WHY WE DON'T ACCEPT IT -.- In the end change a bit of script then run off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too angry to do anything else. -.- then go bus stop, felt like going JP with a friend. So called one of my group mates. Then she came with more people beside her, especially the one which I have realized I started to dislike her. Then decided "don't want go anymore le, you have fun with my new '&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enemy&lt;/span&gt;'. :)" So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored uh. Budden don't want do homework or go CCA or go school or whatever shit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5731629405972382094?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5731629405972382094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5731629405972382094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5731629405972382094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5731629405972382094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/ughhh.html' title='UGHHH.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-3178375814029020978</id><published>2010-08-26T17:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:41:34.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leadership, projects, good groupmate, whatsoever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.mkf.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/leadership.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://blog.mkf.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/leadership.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is that really the case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm feeling so tired nowadays. Maybe it's because of the stupid 'night' flu pill that I take every night before I go to sleep. Sighs. Why can't the damned doctor give me another day's off??? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I failed to do my Science project (Bio.), but whatever lo. Cause anyway I also chionged the Chemistry ma. Then is A don't want to take B's work, done work, so A has to do everything himself/herself. :) Then C told me that A did the project all the way till 11pm++. Aiya please la. Tell me for what? Want me pity him/her? What for? A also don't show respect to anyone, so why should anyone do the same? -.- Dude, it's called 'give and receive' kind of thing okay? And anyway I told C that B did something, but A didn't want to take it. So none of my business. I'm cleaning my hands after dirtying it with this project okay? :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now feel kinda sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Then tomorrow have Home Econs. re-test. Hope can pass. Then next Home Econs test must do better. :) So at least have A2. Or at least pass -.- So yep.&lt;br /&gt;Then today did Music/Art project. Like whatthef. okay?? I'm trying organize everyone to do something, then someone else keep make noise. Then I need to shout at them. Then when someone said "EH, FOCUS EH!" or "EH! CAN COOPERATE OR NOT??" but in the end? That same person did the opposite thing of what they said. Like, please la, 说话要算术 okay? Understand that 道理 or not??? -.- But we almost finished uh. Just very short, the whole thing. But very disorganized. So hope by last practice/rehearsal can run through once, everyone can play correctly, then can just leave. Then because I shout, shout, shout, drag the time, whatsoever, a few of my mates got pissed off. Maybe cause I drag the time, but please la. Your CCA drag time, your class drag time, you got pissed off with your CCA leaders/teachers like how you're pissed off with me or not??? You think about this. F. uh -.- Then at the end, when everyone left then I alone in the class, I really feel like crying. But I thought of how I would look if I did cry: very dumb. Sighs. So yeah. Project sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I hate people who (during projects):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Don't co-operate. Mostly is when you group together do, but if you separate part by part then everyone go home do, still can accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Very distracted. Like keep looking at the time, wishing that the whole project would end, or keep talking to other people/group mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;People who don't care. Like if you tell them: okay, you do this part. They'll be like, looking at you and trying to send this message "What the hell. Why am I doing something anyway?" kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;People who don't get it. Like if you tell them to play this note, this key, at this beat, they just anyhow play it for you. Or even worse, even if you've told them so many times, to come in at this part of the song (for music projects), then they anyhow come in (and you even demonstrated for them many&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100000&lt;/span&gt; times) and whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Rebels. If they in the first place, when the leader asks "Does anyone has any suggestion to how to do this? Or play this?" they'll be like, "No..." then aft. you do it, they'll then say "Eh, can don't do this anot?" but in their minds, they don't have anything good to put in, to replace it. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;Freeloaders. Hah. This, I sometimes do it, but not all the time. I hate it when even if it's a super small group work in class, when the teacher says "Okay, I want you all to find a few good sentences within the story" Then we're all familiar with the story. But just one ass just can't remember it. Then spends his/her own sweet time reading it while the rest are already hard at work. And when it's times up? The freeloader would have finished reading it and pretended that he/she has done something and whatsoever. Seriously -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tishasharp.com/archives/tired.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.tishasharp.com/archives/tired.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imanwire.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/tears_of_nature_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.imanwire.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/tears_of_nature_preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;Aww, I got such a sweet message :) That pissed off groupmate was apologizing cause she had a bad day. :) Okay, don't worry. As long as it's not because of me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-3178375814029020978?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3178375814029020978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=3178375814029020978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3178375814029020978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3178375814029020978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/leadership-projects-good-groupmate.html' title='leadership, projects, good groupmate, whatsoever'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8074947083475698722</id><published>2010-08-24T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:58:31.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What values are considered as a best friend? As a normal friend? As a nobody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! :D How are you guys? ... Okay, that's weird. -.- Today felt so... pissed off. That should be the word. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pissed off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIRSTLY&lt;/span&gt;, I 'failed' my Maths. Yes, my 'pro-est' subject. But not really fail it. Just, in my term, failed it. I got a dumb B3. So next Common Test/SA2 must pull it up. Sighs. Then Chinese A1. Woah. LOL. Suddenly shoot up. Then Home Econs fail. Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt;. So have to retest. Hopefully can pass, at least can have 12.5/25, which is already a pass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SECONDLY&lt;/span&gt;, that stupid music/art project. My group has to stay back to rehearse. Then I told most of my groupmates. Then 3 didn't turn up. Wtf lo. Then one of them was like "AIYA! MUSIC ONLY WHAT, NEED STAY BACK FOR WHAT???" okay lo, fine. You don't want stay back, you make us all fail due to your stupid playing, then fine with me, I just go tell Mrs. Chong about it. Let her fail you and pass all of us. Then the other two like WTF okay? It's like, they wanna go to Mcs to eat lunch. Then I tell them "Aft. the rehearsal then go la!" cause the other 3 which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually came&lt;/span&gt;, also ate lunch aft. the rehearsal. Then the 2 which went to Mcs 'promised' that they will be back by half an hour. Then like fucking shit la, who you want to lie to? I have a time, a clock okay? You came back in about 1hour? 1 hour half? Then we already dismiss then you start to worry? Please la, don't be noob can? -.- Obviously don't want to do project just say? I just tell Mrs. Chong again? And I also said it'll be a short rehearsal due to the other 3's CCAs right? Unless you deaf or whatever shit. Then what, you came back because you feel guilty? If you feel guilty then don't go off in the first place la! In my FACE some more. Like f.ing shit. Tell you 3 who didn't come this: don't bother to come for the last 2 rehearsals. I don't give a shit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIRDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, today was such a fucking bad day. So many curse words in this post -.- And obv. no one cares. And those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; cares probably read this part, and then they started caring. With a bit of nudging huh? Puh-lease. Don't bother either :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8074947083475698722?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8074947083475698722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8074947083475698722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8074947083475698722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8074947083475698722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/pissed.html' title='pissed.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4202237504164296934</id><published>2010-08-22T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:04:36.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>genting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIME TAKEN TO THERE&lt;/span&gt;  7hours (including all breaks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIME TAKEN TO COME BACK&lt;/span&gt; 7 hours (including all breaks)&lt;br /&gt;Well, :) Back and very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Should I pon tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Budden got bake pizza... :(&lt;br /&gt;But I very hmm.. like keep stomach ache and flu.&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;But no more letters. Which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Then what if give out exam papers?&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so trapped.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. sighs. Maybe should just go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Came back from Genting :)&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of spam SMS-es :D&lt;br /&gt;Then didn't buy a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Just about more than one. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Don't wanna talk so much on that topic. The buying topic.&lt;br /&gt;But didn't play outdoor theme park. So sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;Instead arrived already 4.30am~ then check in, sleep till 10am? Then eat lunch then go temple, come back rest again, go shop, sleep, wake at 10am~, ate lunch, got ready to go onto bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sunset was F.ING PRETTY. Seriously. Different colours :D Awwww ~ too bad I couldn't take a photo :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay uh. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4202237504164296934?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4202237504164296934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4202237504164296934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4202237504164296934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4202237504164296934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/genting.html' title='genting.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8891760595943539087</id><published>2010-08-20T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:36:43.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>projects, whatsoever.</title><content type='html'>Hm. I can see that other people are catching up with me compared with blog posts. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;These few days the morning got see him :] That baldie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Then these few days also v... interesting??? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday,&lt;/span&gt; learned that Choir instructor changed. :( Change to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;. Sighs. Sucks lo. Cause he's singing like, 12 oct. lower? Or something? Then we have to adjust??? And he can't really... hit the note. I mean, he can, some Alto notes, but what if you're Soprano? How? If you go off? Will the instructor really help you??? Urgh. Then the SYF pieces kind of hard. :(&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday,&lt;/span&gt; went to Mcdonald aft. school. Aft. school also gonna do Chinese project, cause due tomorrow. Then about 2pm meet? Then I actually rush back, cause it's gonna be past 2pm. But Qing En still eating... -.- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh sht. I just realise. :o I need to help her hand in things ! Sh*t!&lt;/span&gt; URGHHHH!!! Then quickly go Comp Lab 2, the guy let us in :) Let us use also :) Thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;Then do finish. Still have a few more parts, add in then done. Then Li Xuan's part I keep cannot open -.- F. uh. So her part is not in the ppt. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday, &lt;/span&gt;aft. hearing from Miss Ong by today need to hand in Science Project, I was like, "F.ING SH.T! NOT ANOTHER ONE???!!!" then I quickly organise to have a group meeting. -.- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; keep say he 'cannot' come. Because of 'cca'. LIKE FUCKING SHIT LO. If I go Mcs surely see you there. Fucking bastard. And what did he do? Do a poster thingy about environment things. -.- Dude. That's so irrelevant. Do you realise it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;report&lt;/span&gt;? Not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comic report&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheng Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay, when's your CCA?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "11.15am" then is actually he go somewhere else for it, not in school.&lt;br /&gt;Me: When you come back?&lt;br /&gt;Him: "12.15pm".&lt;br /&gt;Me: And aft. 12.15pm you're free the whole day?&lt;br /&gt;HE NODS.&lt;br /&gt;That fker too. -.- Sht. I shouldn't have credited him. Instead his 'CCA' is at 12.15 and ends at&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 5 &lt;/span&gt;PM SIA. -.- F. Like, dude, can don't be so blur or not??? Seriously, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should have discredited him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qian Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Okay la, she got CCA at least she got come, help the introduction. Unlike that fucking bastard JJ. Then she 1.30pm run off for CCA le. Then I do until 3pm. Urgh. Come home seriously want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on still going to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;Some break time.&lt;br /&gt;But f.&lt;br /&gt;Not all my homework is done.&lt;br /&gt;F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8891760595943539087?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8891760595943539087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8891760595943539087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8891760595943539087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8891760595943539087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/projects-whatsoever.html' title='projects, whatsoever.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5031200865645106329</id><published>2010-08-16T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T16:24:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;So bored.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to Jurong Lake Park. Headache. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then today also Math Common Test.&lt;br /&gt;Like sht.&lt;br /&gt;I left 2 questions halfway never do. Cause no time. Fk.&lt;br /&gt;I think my last page all wrong. If my last page all wrong plus my 2 questions no working mark, I no A1 anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Lake Park to take photos of wildlife, plants, whatsoever. Maybe I'm gonna post it on. Maybe some nicer ones though :))&lt;br /&gt;Some of them has been 'pinched' by Li Xuan. Haha ! And she claimed that she likes to 'pinch' things in photos. Hahas ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the photos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0Mo55lbI/AAAAAAAAASI/EAJkf_-gkFQ/s1600/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0Mo55lbI/AAAAAAAAASI/EAJkf_-gkFQ/s320/IMG_0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505919042436306354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the poor palm trees being 'pinched' by Li Xuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0MCH4c4I/AAAAAAAAASA/abp8ze5nJfw/s1600/IMG_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0MCH4c4I/AAAAAAAAASA/abp8ze5nJfw/s320/IMG_0141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505919032025969538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you see carefully, there's a dragonfly :D On the stick. The orangey thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0L53CJ6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/opz2Oqj4YGc/s1600/IMG_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0L53CJ6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/opz2Oqj4YGc/s320/IMG_0151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505919029807818658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yellow flowers. :D Flowers are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0Lbr6skI/AAAAAAAAARw/Tjcsx_Mp7gY/s1600/IMG_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0Lbr6skI/AAAAAAAAARw/Tjcsx_Mp7gY/s320/IMG_0152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505919021708128834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm. At first it looked really pretty. The colour is pretty appealing. Guess I didn't note the colour when it's taken. Maybe I was too rushed ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0K2niw9I/AAAAAAAAARo/pQe1O5asQhE/s1600/IMG_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0K2niw9I/AAAAAAAAARo/pQe1O5asQhE/s320/IMG_0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505919011757671378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That pincher's back :D But I like the background. Make her look very emo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;SO; THERE~! The whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;Aft. the Maths Common Test, I saw him head towards the 154 bus stop. Sighs, sad thing? He didn't take 154.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;APPLAUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applause goes out to every single phone which survives what I call "THE FALL". :) Where your owner stupidly and accidentally cause you to fall to the ground, hit some part of you. And you survived :) So, to all still surviving phones after many times of "THE FALL", I PRAISE YOU, MAN! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5031200865645106329?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5031200865645106329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5031200865645106329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5031200865645106329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5031200865645106329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/jurong-lake-park-applause-common-test.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TGj0Mo55lbI/AAAAAAAAASI/EAJkf_-gkFQ/s72-c/IMG_0129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8969380055361652484</id><published>2010-08-14T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:02:04.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADVICE &amp; sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADVICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're eating Macadamia Nuts (just the nuts alone), please, eat it with something else. Most preferably? ICE CREAM. Cause I hate how the nuts taste so weird without any accompaniment. Or whatever. LOL! SO: DON'T EAT MACADAMIA NUTS ALONE! THEY'LL CRY! THAT'S WHY THEY TASTE 'WEIRD'!&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kinda bored today. Nothing much to do. Felt like going back to Neopets. LOL! But I forgot my password, so asked for one, up til now still don't have. -.- About 50mins++? Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Just felt like posting the advice.&lt;br /&gt;And it's kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;It's how my parents... they're so calm in things that other couples won't be calm in. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;For example, if either one of them suddenly want to divorce. Then the other would be like "Okay! Divorce then divorce!" this kind of signifies that they don't even love each other in the first place. And it's really weird. Cause, it's like, aft. watching other families being broken apart because of a stupid divorce, then it's so drama you know? It's like, one of them (the one that didn't ask for a divorce) will cry and ask "why" and whatever sht. But my parents? Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;It's just weird you know? And they actually talked out the details, what to give to who, which would be whose, etc. Wtf man! Like, seriously! If just by saying the word 'divorce' and if that doesn't trigger any sad emotion, then what's the use of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marrying&lt;/span&gt; in the first place? What about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giving birth&lt;/span&gt;? Does that makes any meaning, any sense?&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit disappointed yet surprised at the reaction and the action. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8969380055361652484?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8969380055361652484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8969380055361652484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8969380055361652484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8969380055361652484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/advice-sigh.html' title='ADVICE &amp; sigh.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-1808726545928134950</id><published>2010-08-13T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T17:32:46.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOT DAY</title><content type='html'>YOS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. :) Just very gong. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, the end of first period and I was getting ready to go for recess. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Recess doesn't start until end of second period.&lt;br /&gt;And when the teacher (substitute ^^!) entered, I was like, "Okay... do you have something to say? If so, please make it quick, I need to go and eat." LOL !&lt;br /&gt;Then turned out he was taking the second period. HAHA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aft. school no choir, so went to Shihlin buy food for mum.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;Then the lady in front of me asked me a few Qs about Jurong SS and only asked 1 Q about Yuan Ching SS (Which is "There's a school nearby yours, right?" :P) HAHA! I assume that her daughter/son is in P6 this year, taking the PSLE. Well, JYS okay?? :DD 228 ~ Express stream ~ JIAYOUUS ~ ! HAHA !&lt;br /&gt;A bit sot.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because use too much comp... NO WAY !!!! Comp won't affect me!!! NEVER !!! :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Thanks for reading my crap :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-1808726545928134950?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1808726545928134950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=1808726545928134950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1808726545928134950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1808726545928134950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/sot-day.html' title='SOT DAY'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2464850204555569261</id><published>2010-08-12T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:02:08.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise trip &amp;&amp; today :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you know me, yes, I like to write super long posts. Especially aft. I went overseas. And guess what? I just went overseas :D ! Just in case you don't want to read about my trip, you could skip the blockquote and just continue till the end. :D TYVM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;FIRST DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Wee. Went on board the cruise, of course :) Reached Harbourfront at around 1-2pm? Then finally entered cruise around 3.36pm? Then ate afternoon tea. :) After that, can't really remember, went to room then walked about while waiting for the cruise to leave. Then changed into bathing suit go Jacuzzi. And I ended up having flu :) Aft. that ate dinner and went to watch show, then bath, ate flu pill, slept. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SECOND DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( PENANG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up around 9am? 9.30am? Then decided too late to go for breakfast. Then rest awhile more till 11.30am, then change, go eat Lunch. I think we ate at the Pavilion? Or was it the Bella Vista?? -.- Whatever. Then around 2pm, went to Lido to wait for our turn to get down the cruise and go to PENANG! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down the ship. HOHO! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then went for trishaw ride. Quite fun. :)) But... a bit hot uh. Actually, v. fvcking hot. ;o! But whatev!&lt;br /&gt;Then went for a shop to buy some food, thingys.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to a temple. :) Prayed. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Chocolate shop to buy chocolates :D (bought Durian Chocolate and normal Milk Almond/whatev. nut chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;Then went to a mall called "Gurney Plaza". :) Shopped there, 2 hours I suppose. First we went to A&amp;amp;W to eat. Then walked about. Finally saw a nice shop, bought a shirt, cause no time. x; ! Then walked about a while more then rushed for toilet then for bus.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to ship :))&lt;br /&gt;Watched a performance then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIRD DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (PHUKET)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHA! This place is where I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of things. :D&lt;br /&gt;We had to wake up at 6am, change then went for breakfast. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then same thing, went to Lido and disembarked the ship.&lt;br /&gt;First stop went to ELEPHANT RIDING. (it's super cool !)&lt;br /&gt;At the (insert name here). :D Then aft. that went to watch Monkeys perform then Elephant perform :)) They're all so cute la :DD !&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Cashew Nut factory. Not just Cashews, got others. Then got different flavours of cashews. :o ! But didn't buy any food, just bought the little souvenirs there!! :DD !&lt;br /&gt;Then went to temple, prayed :DD&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to this Jewellery shop ting dong. LOL. Below sell a lot of jewellery, on top: SOUVENIRS! But all v. expensive -.- Finally settled with a wind chime. But to be truthful? Up til now, it still haven't chimed on its own. LOL !&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat at this buffet. Quite nice :)&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Patong Beach to SHOP! SHOP! SHOP! And BARGAIN! BARGAIN! BARGAIN! But of course met some... setbacks? Or whatever. But bought a lot ^^ Shirts, glasses, scarf, bag, whatever ! Then still got left a lot -.- BUT WHATEVER ~ ! Nice :DD&lt;br /&gt;Then went back on board ship.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to do aft. eating dinner. Went back to cabin and camped inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOURTH AND FINAL DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (HOME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing much. Almost died in cabin with boredom. After eating lunch really have NOTHING to do. Then went back cabin camped again. Mum went to do adult business -.- In the Oasis place. Stupid. Then about 1pm + decided to go the Library use comp. Sucks la, can't play any games, only can chat/research. So aft. using 1hr++, stopped using, went back cabin camped again till about 4-5pm? Mum came back, go eat last dinner. Then waited till can release. Went off of cruise at arnd 7.30pm, past custom already around 8pm. Then FINALLY! CAN USE MY PHONE! AHHH! SO HAPPY!!! :DDDD ! LOL -.- So, yeah. Then went to eat, finally, aft. waiting for a fvcking idiotic 30mins-1hr taxi, then went home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ENDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today saw him. But he took the MRT and then changed to 154. Which was weird. Was he trying to avoid someone? Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sighs. So, yeah. Then Secondary ones to threes  plus 4C (a class), went to cheer for the runner. The one with the... pole. The fire. The.. olympic flame ~ Or whatever. So, my throat's kinda hoarse now :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then gave out most of the souvenirs. Anyhow give one, LOL! Tell people to reach into the plastic bag and pick one souvenir out ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To Kelvin if you're reading this: I like your Facebook name, not the new one, the "Kelvin Iskrazy" one :) Please change back aft. reading this (if possible), TYVM!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope you guys haven't died yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2464850204555569261?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2464850204555569261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2464850204555569261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2464850204555569261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2464850204555569261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/cruise-trip-today-d.html' title='Cruise trip &amp;&amp; today :D'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2670214024300420647</id><published>2010-08-06T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:49:50.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Celebration~</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFuwMOfVqRI/AAAAAAAAARg/1v3GbpPj9WI/s1600/PEACE+MEANING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFuwMOfVqRI/AAAAAAAAARg/1v3GbpPj9WI/s320/PEACE+MEANING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502185093857650962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFuwL7nTetI/AAAAAAAAARY/VC5MHB5U59Y/s1600/PEACE+SIGN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFuwL7nTetI/AAAAAAAAARY/VC5MHB5U59Y/s320/PEACE+SIGN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502185088790788818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE YOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep saying that to my classmates, adding my fingers along (2nd and middle finger up, the rest down) and going "peace!" and to be truthful? It has became a trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was NDCelebration! WOW! :DD ! To be truthful, very hyper in the morning :D Then after left school, my hyperness went down to 0%. :o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But whatevs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On Monday, mum booked cruise for us :p! So I'm gonna go swim in the big sea! LOL! No la. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; is going to swim there. Not me! :D! So, yeah. Sunday set off :DD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THENS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday really can't remember anything interesting. Just Choir on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thursday, yesterday, hoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Math tuition-ing (Secondary), a lot of them 'pon' the class. So turns out only 3 'non-pon students' plus me 'extra'. ;D Then turned out we talked from "maths" and "next lesson" into "iPhone" and "Jailbreaking" and "Games/Apps" LOL! Pro mans! ;DD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, yeah ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Choir. Okay. Nothing much about it xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TODAY. WOW. HYPER! 100%. First is wake up at 5.35am lo. Then decide to sleep awhile, let alarm wake me at 5.45am. Then f. stupid lo! The alarm turned out to be meant for 5.45pm -.- FUCK! LOL! Then I 6.17am wake up, so sad :( Didn't bath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; then chiong to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then cause 7am need to assemble, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; late *PHEW!* :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then practiced. Then performed. :D !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then when we performed the indian song, everyone was laughing. Because of the movements. LOL! Then I seriously wanted to laugh too. But I didn't. I just 'pretend' I'm smiling. :DD! HAHA! Then got 'finale' also need Choir go up. Then just sang to whatever songs we need to sing lo. :D So hyped up! WEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then ta-da. Went back home aft. that. ;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then mum said "OKAY! Let's go buy the ingredients to cook!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cause I told her that I'm gonna try to cook my Home Econs food. Then she say can. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then just tried it. The FISH is AWESOME OKAY?!?!?! LOL! But other than that the others: vegetable, fries. SUCKS TO TH CORE! The vegetable needs to boil a bit longer. Fries... a bit dk how eh. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So yeah. Later on gonna cook it again! :DD Hyped~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay la. BB! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2670214024300420647?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2670214024300420647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2670214024300420647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2670214024300420647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2670214024300420647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/national-day-celebration.html' title='National Day Celebration~'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFuwMOfVqRI/AAAAAAAAARg/1v3GbpPj9WI/s72-c/PEACE+MEANING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-445054382332654002</id><published>2010-08-02T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:54:09.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos to view :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZnVB4acuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ITHVDVShfRo/s1600/AGNES%21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZnVB4acuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ITHVDVShfRo/s320/AGNES%21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500697605859603170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AGNES, DESPICABLE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZnU9CWe1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/NI7W2cjP3so/s1600/BOO%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZnU9CWe1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/NI7W2cjP3so/s320/BOO%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500697604559108946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOO, MONSTERS INC.&lt;br /&gt;These two are probably the cutest characters I've ever seen. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! I'm craving for bubbletea and lots of love :D&lt;br /&gt;No idea why I'm posting anyway. But, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZp95my-wI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zE2_kXQLdjc/s1600/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZp95my-wI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zE2_kXQLdjc/s320/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500700507036121858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZp9vfYybI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-4U5VF3u7jg/s1600/IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZp9vfYybI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-4U5VF3u7jg/s320/IMG_0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500700504320690610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think of both of the top pictures? What do they look like? Roads? Tunnels? Heck no. Answer? Nah :P Ask me ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZp9OZuk1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/qF4rGXyUYrg/s1600/IMG_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZp9OZuk1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/qF4rGXyUYrg/s320/IMG_0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500700495438582610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is taken outside the school compounds, going to back gate. Very interesting tree :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZp8yqRi5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/dB1Jg-VhfWw/s1600/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZp8yqRi5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/dB1Jg-VhfWw/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500700487991790482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunrise or sunset? NEITHER! Taken during the afternoons :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZp8T36V6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ghzicVGJ2ho/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZp8T36V6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ghzicVGJ2ho/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500700479727490978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why's there darkness when there's light?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to view. There's more. But just some to let you guys see :)) all taken by me. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-445054382332654002?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/445054382332654002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=445054382332654002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/445054382332654002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/445054382332654002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_02.html' title='photos to view :D'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFZnVB4acuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ITHVDVShfRo/s72-c/AGNES%21.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-3176173509794110143</id><published>2010-07-27T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:50:33.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighs. Today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Like f.ing shit.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind ! Start from YESTERDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... there's 5 stations aft. school.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I failed my Standing Board Jump. -.- By 4 f.ing cm. I was like: f. shit! Then what's the use of continuing the rest? One fail then must redo all ma. -.- F. la!&lt;br /&gt;Before 5 stations went to run small loop.&lt;br /&gt;Then aft. school already damn late. About 5-6++? Then went off lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;HUH! Today was I ... pissed? tired? I dont know!&lt;br /&gt;But I sure have LOTS OF CRAMPS!&lt;br /&gt;1. Shoulder cramp&lt;br /&gt;2. Leg cramp&lt;br /&gt;3. Thigh cramp (but I think this is under leg cramp, but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;4. Back cramp&lt;br /&gt;5. Stomach cramp (this is 'external' cramp, not 'internal'... okay, maybe a bit of 'internal')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.!!! So pissed with the day -.-&lt;br /&gt;24 mins ++, my 2.4km. Very OMG right?! -.- That's what led to all those cramps. But shoulder cramp is from yesterday's 5 stations. Then tomorrow is actual 2.4km some more! Then we run today some more! Then so sore! How to run?! All those athletes (a.k.a. more sporty people) keep say "JOG", "JOG" then won't pain anymore. Like what the f.?? Dude, I'm jogging ever since I started my 1.6km. So what, I should "WALK" instead (considering that WALK is the slowest, JOG comes next and RUN in the fastest)??? Like wtf. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then still sore like mad. Especially since those f.ing idiotic guys. Near the end of the run, they say "HURRY UP! STILL GOT 10SECONDS MORE!!!" -.- Which is dumb. Cause I missed about 6mins of an "E" grade? So 10 seconds is like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I'm sure need to re-run 2.4km&lt;br /&gt;Whole NAPFA must re-do. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then fail re-run. Then re-re-run.&lt;br /&gt;Fail re-re-run. Then re-re-re-run.&lt;br /&gt;Until the teachers v. tired of seeing me run. HUH!&lt;br /&gt;Cause I won't stop lo! They want me redo? I redo for them. They want me rerun? I rerun like mad for them. Until they happy and fail me.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today aft. school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; should have English Oral. Then because I switch with Kai Zhong. Uniform Groups uh. All need change. Hoho. Then v. what la. I totally regretted changing with him. Cause I'm so prepared for my oral! OMG! ;o! HAHA! So... yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;But whatever la. Still stayed back to eat. Then saw him. LOL! He went to cut his hair -.- No wait, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shave &lt;/span&gt;his hair. Yeah. He's bold. LOL. But, I think that's like, celebrating something? Or supporting something? Cause I also see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; bold guys. :D Aww, so sweet la. Supporting something good. Like cancer. :D Cancer causes you to become bold. :) He's such a sweet guy. But if he thinks that's gonna 'put me off', think twice :P You've to try SUPER HARD to shake me off. Especially if you're the one I like/love :DDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's like, my 'friends' went off. I asked them MUST come back. Then they didn't. Fuck you. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then when I went to place my plates, suddenly one senior walks up to me and says "Hey girl, (insert name here) wants your number." then he points at another senior. Then he's smiling 'sweetly' at me. Then I was like "huh!" smiled then walked off. To put my plates. LOL. Yeah right. Hey, if you've gotten the balls, please ask yourself :) Don't let your friend to ask :)) And anyway I know you're just 'tricking' me. Please, don't be low-life okay? Love is not something to be played around with :) So please, if you're just gonna test if any idiot girls will fall for your 'number' trick. F. yourself somewhere else please ^^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, haha! Then went to take my bag then walked off. Then my 'friends' were trying to call me. So soft. Hello? Can't hear you? Then behind my back, they were like "Aiya. She's just being angry again la. Ignore her la." OI PLEASE LA. Why don't you ask me why I'm angry? You know why I'm angry? If you consider me as a 'friend', please treat me as one. Or else fuck off far away okay? If you guys can't stay for a measly few minutes, then don't consider me one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aft. get down from 192, saw WGPS's Soccer Boys! :DD ! I think they're heading to stadium. Maybe for competition? OMG~ ! GOOD LUCK AND JIAYOU!!! :D Then I also saw the teacher in charge. He asked me if it was aft. school. I said yep! I actually wanted to ask if it's a competition. Then if it is, JY and GL! HAHA! Aw. I miss that school. WOOT! Thursday most likely going back ^^ For tutoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Quite long huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-3176173509794110143?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3176173509794110143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=3176173509794110143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3176173509794110143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3176173509794110143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-rating-110.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-1642155979519668401</id><published>2010-07-25T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:15:47.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rating for this week: 7/10</title><content type='html'>Hey ;D&lt;br /&gt;I know I've not posted for pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am: posting again.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rate this week out of 10: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why either. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. It was a kinda packed week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Started to try out route for 2.4km and hell yes it was damn tiring. And I helped a friend to rest and teacher strike me, say I never complete course. F.&lt;br /&gt;And anyway in the first place, people who did not went round the course before will naturally get lost. So... yeah. Especially since those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; the course have already sped ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Choir. :] Nothing much I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That day was what I call: super, duper, fruper packed.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;It's like, aft. school, I have to juggle:&lt;br /&gt;1. Math Tutoring (secondary)&lt;br /&gt;2. Math tutoring (primary)&lt;br /&gt;3. Choir&lt;br /&gt;4. Math Olympy thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! And was I super. LOL. I only skipped Math Tutoring (primary) cause I really have no time to squeeze it in.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like, aft. school is secondary, then about time for the Math Olympic thing, went to that, then aft. it rushed to Choir. LOL. V. pro hor?! And I'm actually super energetic aft. that. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school have 1 hour CCA. So just go lo. ;x&lt;br /&gt;Then aft. that met with Jan to try out 2.4km. Then she... urgh! She was like, "Hey, let's explore 'Japanese Garden'!" And I was like "Okay lo..." then in the end, we walked like mad crazy back to school -.- It's kinda confusing uh. Cause we're kinda lost. But whatever. We decided not to take the 2.4km around the Jap. Garden. Then we went back to school. We were like, 3 bus stops away? Then walked on foot -.- My foot hurt, up till now still a bit hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Then aft. rest awhile, she said go run small loop -.- Wtf ! Then okay lo. Since nothing else to do. Then go run. Then go home. SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Just updated the iPhone 4 thingy. Then this lappy was rebooted at dk what time. So all memory lost -.- fk up. I was actually planning to transfer my H.E. info into my thumbdrive. Then all lost. Then wasted. Then don't bother to do another one. Just wait till my research is back from the teacher, then do another one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay uh. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-1642155979519668401?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1642155979519668401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=1642155979519668401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1642155979519668401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1642155979519668401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/rating-for-this-week-710.html' title='rating for this week: 7/10'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2142962709080071443</id><published>2010-07-17T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:44:45.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the whole week. omg -.-</title><content type='html'>Wow. This whole week I'm totally inactive o.o"&lt;br /&gt;Okay ~ Try to remember from the beginning ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY：&lt;br /&gt;For Home Economics, we had a coursework (a.k.a. project) and, yeah. So I'm kinda busy over the past few days. And come to think about it, I forgot to ask a few Qs... sighs, never mind. I find those people who's involved in my project is unreliable -.- over and over again. But those people are not my group mates. For H.E., ours is individual. Which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much better. No need to put up with idiotic group mates -.- But the unreliable people are those people I asked Qs. For a survey. And an idiotic "teng-teng!" noise is repeated on the comp and makes me sick, though I'm not sure where it came from -.- Maybe from that stupid Garena noise! UGH! Should've offline-d the damn account from the beginning. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah... saw him also in the morning :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Again saw him in the morning :P If I'm not wrong, that was the day I fell down the double deck -.- I was on the top floor and stopping at the stop then slipped and fell. Then when I reached class, I told those people I thought would care "omg la, so sick lo today! so unlucky!" then they're like: oh, okay. (a big WHATEVER inside their minds). They don't even bother asking why. Except one, but she asked that kinda late. But, seriously. UGH. No one understands. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Saw him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again again&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then if I'm not wrong we also have a few things lined up.&lt;br /&gt;Like, at 12.15pm, everyone assembled at the Hall. It's this "JURONG SS WAVE" for the YOG thing. Then we all did the "wave". The host? Kui Jien. I mean, if you guys know him. He's new. He's the host for Entertainment on 5. Yeah. He wears specs... LOL. -.- But nevermind ~ Then aft. the wave, quickly ate then rushed to H.E. make-up lesson. Cooked shepherd's pie (which was URGHH, maybe because of the onions and garlic in there, but... URGHH). Then rushed to Choir. Sighs. See how packed my day is??? LOL. But I'm late for Choir by half and hour cause of cooking. Then sing for 1.5hrs. :] Then went home. So damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see him in the morning, but, anyway... nothing much. Aft. school stayed back to tutor. This time, the tutoring class:&lt;br /&gt;Tutors - Increase by damn loads.&lt;br /&gt;Being tutored - Increase by damn loads.&lt;br /&gt;But the tutors all slack one la :P&lt;br /&gt;Only a few got help 'being tutored' students. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. LOL! But, yeah. Then have to rush off by 2.45pm, but went off 5mins late. ROARRR! Then took 154 (and he's on board!!! LOL!). Then I thought to myself "have time to go home or not...?" then have, 30mins of rest time! :O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the same time, since I took 193, he also took 193! OMG ! LOL ! HAHA ! So cool ! Then I saw him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;partially&lt;/span&gt; go home. Meaning? I didn't see his block. But I know he lives across the street ^^ But also another possibility? He went to Pioneer Mall to eat/shop. But I suppose he ate le ba o.o" 2.15pm school finish, 3pm or so then leave school. Enough time to eat ba. But whatever. HAHA! So cool uh ~ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rest at home. 4.10pm or so leave for Pri School. Took 2 Merged students. Malay boys. :] So sweet la ~ Not that naughty actually. :]] Then at the end of the lesson, one of them said "Uh... if next week you no student can teach both of us again?" LOL! First time man! SO HAPPY! I was smiling at them, but I didn't answer. See first ba. :P If they want, then they come to me. Cause I know my first student run away for good. Won't come back. So a lot of the lessons I'm always teaching different students. Merged or Foundation. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come home so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school, and no one bothered to ask me why. I asked 3 people I can trust to tell me got what homework, the 1st one says: I forgot eh, sorry, ask someone else (or something like that). Like wtf la. Dude, you always write down your hw okay? So this is an obvious lie?&lt;br /&gt;2nd one says: History mindmap Chapter 1,2,3. So, okay lo.&lt;br /&gt;Then the last one: no reply.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;-.- Seriously. I really cannot trust anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;V. disappointed with them over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;These type of people never change. Never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; change. Like the 2nd person (which tells me the hw.) she once 'left' their 'clique' then they were so worried and want to ask why. Then when she said it. She joined back their 'clique' and they were still the same -.- They still behaved the same. Over and over again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2142962709080071443?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2142962709080071443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2142962709080071443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2142962709080071443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2142962709080071443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/whole-week-omg.html' title='the whole week. omg -.-'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6609546951483038893</id><published>2010-07-10T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:19:56.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th, 9th, 10th OF JULY!</title><content type='html'>Well... let's start off from when he came back on the 8th.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother to say a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But he was first... reluctant -.- So I was so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone remind me not to buy for him another cake next year? Instead buy it for someone who CARES? -.-&lt;br /&gt;-'-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 9th of July. :]]&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, the earliest "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" was from Evvie Jie.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;The latest was from a Facebook friend. :D When did he say that to me? Just a few hours ago. On 10th of July. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la ~ So. This year I didn't get "PRESENTS". But I got a lot of "WISHES". Especially some who said it twice. ;DDD !&lt;br /&gt;I got wishes through SMS-es, Facebook, their own blogs, my blog (but those are repeated wishes. :D) and face to face... yeah. I guess that's all. Hmm... I'm gonna tally up the wishes I got. BRB! I think 28. :DD ! That's so cool lo ~ ! Highest among my own records. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For those who have more than 28. Good for you. Wtv.&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;So happy man! First time so many people wished me "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"! Even those who just randomly said it when I don't even know them. HAHA! :]]&lt;br /&gt;Okay ~ Then because 9th of July is also WGPS's 10th Anniversary. So I went to NUS High (OMG, THAT SCHOOL IS SO F.ING COOL!!!!) the Auditorium. With others who takes the bus, of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then it's like, we meet in school. Abt 6.45pm head off there. Then about 7.10pm reached. Then entered, found our seats, then watched the play "BEAUTY AND THE BEAST". It's separated into 2 parts. First part was... kinda... okay. Only a few funny parts.&lt;blockquote&gt;FUNNY PART:&lt;br /&gt;If you read the book, you'd know that there's this... witch/wizard who went to the beast's house, right? Then she/he's lost, right? So the Beast in the play said "Next time go top-up your Ez-Link card la!" HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then break 15mins. Then part 2. OMG lo ! There's this part. It was hilarious! And it's not because of what the actor said. It's what he did. &lt;blockquote&gt;FUNNY PART:&lt;br /&gt;The beast is giving "Beauty" (it's the name in the play. But of course "BELLE" in the real one) a chance to go back to her house for a week. Then all those saying things, all of a sudden, the Beast just laughed. Like: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA~!!!! And everyone also laughed. Like laughing at why he's laughing. I mean, when he tried to say out the words without cracking out, it's nothing funny. Maybe he remembered something funny? Or maybe he saw something funny? But anyway he just went: AHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAAHHA, and we all went: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STUPID LEH! But seriously, his laugh is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contagious&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then after the play have this... eating session thing. Kinda lonely. Cause I also dk how to socialize and no one wanna socialize with me... So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then eat lo... then 9.40pm say need go on bus. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy like mad&lt;/span&gt;. LOL! Finally can get out of that place. But then... on the f.ing bus, it was so f.ing noisy -.- Like market, but even worse. Cause there's screaming, and you're sitting on the wet floor, and someone's kicking you from behind -.- Fuck you la, P6s. I don't care you young or not, can shut up or not??? Then keep kicking senior. No respect sia. You just lucky I didn't go and slap you or whatever lo! -'- Chicken nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , yeah la! URGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Then go down from bus slowly walk home. Saw mum downstairs with aunt. :] Like she's waiting for me like that. Hehe! Then went home together, then watched show ^^ Then I wanted to say "THANKS" and "LIKE" each "wish" I got on Facebook. But I was loading something then I was super tired. I slept while sitting on a chair with my head on the table -.- Wtf. LOL. I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! LOL! I just... slept! Then early in the morning I found myself on the bed -.- Wtheck. Like someone carried me :o! HAHA. But I must warn myself not to sleep like *snap* without warning. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... then today just bought Printer. I'm not going to rely on people anymore :@ ! P.S.:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVVIE JIE ! *HEART*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I know I said that already. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6609546951483038893?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6609546951483038893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6609546951483038893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6609546951483038893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6609546951483038893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/8th-9th-10th-of-july.html' title='8th, 9th, 10th OF JULY!'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5057386835649753315</id><published>2010-07-08T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:18:15.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>660th post :o !</title><content type='html'>Can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Spamming my posts till 660th. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I think most readers would know tomorrow's my bdae.&lt;br /&gt;And some readers would know that today's my bro's bdae.&lt;br /&gt;And even some readers would know that the day after tomorrow's my jie's bdae. :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ! So packed with bdaes. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now was kinda hectic I guess o.o"&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of a word to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway as girls know, we get these once each month. Then I got mine yesterday. Cramps hurt. As usual. Then today I went to change &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;. Then after I came out, I saw him. Haha! I didn't see him all day. But I just saw him at that time. And I think he's looking at me. LOL. Then it's like, he's playing with his friends 'THE PUSHING GAME'. Which means I push you, you push me back, I push you back back, you push me back back back... and it goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;. :DD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Then I was like: holy shit! And I'm not sure why, but my first instinct was to: run. LOL. I'm not sure why! Seriously! I mean. I've never exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt; from him. And I didn't even see him all day. But yet I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. I might, not literally and not physically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt;. But I told my friend "Quick! Quick! Quick!" HAHA! And we went down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Then a few friends and I went to Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Pepper Lunch and went to this hospital behind the library. We actually plan to play "WII". Or however you spell it. Cause they provide free WII games. But they don't seem to have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Then went window-shopping. :]]&lt;br /&gt;So took till 4pm. Luckily today there's no tutoring. Or else I die. LOL. So... yeah. Went home already about 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then I told mum "Need go buy cake?" and she's like... "Okay..." Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;Then walked to Pioneer Mall buy Choco Cake for bro.&lt;br /&gt;There's a few possibilities/possible reactions from him:&lt;br /&gt;1 He might be home super late cause he and his friends went out celebrating his birthday&lt;br /&gt;2 He might have eaten a cake already and is filling full and can't eat the cake we bought&lt;br /&gt;3 He might not like the cake&lt;br /&gt;4 He might be unsupportive of the whole process: singing bdae song, wishing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. BB. He's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5057386835649753315?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5057386835649753315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5057386835649753315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5057386835649753315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5057386835649753315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/660th-post-o.html' title='660th post :o !'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6888797201580428881</id><published>2010-07-07T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:37:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-learning day, yesterday, 2 super long quizzes</title><content type='html'>Woot.&lt;br /&gt;Today's E-Learning Day.&lt;br /&gt;So stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;At first was planning to go to school cause can't enter the webby for homework. Then tried yesterday can enter :D.&lt;br /&gt;Now have ENGLISH work.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont care. Type finish this then do :PP !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;QUIZZES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mark the ones that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIR...you have/had/use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Straightener&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Curling iron&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Mousse&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gel&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Other sprays&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bobbypins&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Round barrel brush&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mirror&lt;br /&gt;[  ] You have or had dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have or had highlights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You need to check your hair at least once every hour&lt;br /&gt;[x] you hate it when ppl touch your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYES...you have/use/do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Black eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Other color eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Eye shadow&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Mascara&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fake eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Eyelash curler&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Eye shimmer&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Colored contacts&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Stunner shades&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Eye makeup remover&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You refrain from touching your eyes because of your make up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You try to avoid from getting your makeup smudged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIPS/TEETH...you have/use/do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Clear lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;[x] Red or pink lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lip stick&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Chap stick&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Lip plumper&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Electric toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Teeth whitener&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Lip liner&lt;br /&gt;[  ] More than 15 lip glosses&lt;br /&gt;[x] Toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Mouthwash&lt;br /&gt;[x] You reapply your lipgloss/lipstick frequently&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It takes you at least 5-10 mins to get your lip gloss perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPLEXION/OVER-ALL FACE...you have/use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Blush&lt;br /&gt;[x] Moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;[x] Face wash&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Bronzer&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Makeup remover&lt;br /&gt;[x] Face wipes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Powder&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Cover up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tweezers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAILS...you have/use/do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Nail polish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Nail file&lt;br /&gt;[x] Nail clipper&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Nail buffer&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Cuticle remover&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Nail hardener&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Nail brush&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Have/had fake nails&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Nail scissors&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate it when your nail polish chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far : 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes...you have/use/do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Takes you 30 minutes or more to pick out an outfit&lt;br /&gt;[x] Almost never like your outfit&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hate it when you spill something on your shirt&lt;br /&gt;[x] Obsessed with what people think&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate it when you can't find shoes to match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-all Total: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15x2 = Seriously -.- 30%???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------- 100 truths&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR: &lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: Saliva / Ice Milo&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: Qing En&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: "O ya ps forget"&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Love Me&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: HAHAHA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER: &lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: No.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: No.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: No. &lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: No.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: No.&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS: &lt;br /&gt;12. Blue&lt;br /&gt;13. Pink&lt;br /&gt;14. Everything else :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2010) &lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: Duh. And not just "A"&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: No&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: Uhh.. still the same :D&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: Yup :]&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: Hmmm... not really. &lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: -.- First kiss still here.&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: 90% &lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want?: None. Unless adopted xDD&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: No.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: No. Maybe just add in 10 more middle names ;D &lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: Haven't past yet... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 8.00am :D&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight: Uhh... half awake? xP&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: For someone to really, really, really love me.&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: Half an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I dont know?&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: No music. Just cars zooming by, my typing, the fan blowing, more cars zooming by, my brain thinking of what to say...&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named tom: LOL. Nah.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: Nothing. Maybe HOMEwork on LAMS?&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited web page: Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;36. What’s your real name: Celia Ong Si Le :D&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: My own: Reemindher Ong. MUAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: Female&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary School?: West Grove Primary School!&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary School?: Jurong Secondary School!&lt;br /&gt;43. Uni/college?: Nah. Too young.&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: Short. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: Duh?&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: Most of the things.&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: Only earrings. But took them off because of infection. :]&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: Lefty. HAHA ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :? &lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: -.-&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: Ears. :D&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Hmmm... can't say. Secret. xP &lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: -.-&lt;br /&gt;56. First holiday: Can't remember. Cruise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW &lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: Saliva. &lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: Either do homework or keep on playing Facebook :]]&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: -.-&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for: This to end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE &lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?: No.  Unless adopted. SHEESH. STOP REPEATING Qs PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: Maybe. But I'd like to have a job more and not stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: Unsure of yet. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER : &lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: BOTH :DD&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: HAHAHAHA. -.- Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: Older.&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: Both.&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Uhh... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive. Too loud is too bad. ;x&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: NONONONONONO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER : &lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: No! Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: F. no.&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: No.&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: EWWW. No first date yet -.-&lt;br /&gt;80. Broke someone's heart: No... wait. Lemme think. I'm not sure o.o" Cause he seems alright though. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: No.&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: Not yet. Hopefully never :P &lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN: &lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: Definitely. &lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: Definitely. &lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: No... cause I don't get my presents :( Even if I'm good this whole year... fuck you, Santa! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: No. First kiss hasn't been gone since 1997 9th July ^^ HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: I guesso... but not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY: &lt;br /&gt;94. Ever thought of suicide?: No. But come to think about it... ^^&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today? Yes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody? Maybe? &lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: To when I'm a baby. ^^ See how cute I looked like when I was young! :DD&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it :  C.I.P. days bah... :D&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: No. ;]&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths? LOL. Not using Facebook la~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OKAY. I know. Super long. HAHA. And yes, I took it from Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;If you want do the quizzes just do la. :]]&lt;br /&gt;KK. Yesterday. HAHA! So happy day! WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;1 I got on the same bus as he did. AGAIN. HAHA! SO HAPPY. And this time it's a single decker... so... :D&lt;br /&gt;2 Because our Recess comes before PE, our PE teacher changed. PE comes at 9.45 while recess is 10.45am. HAHA! So we taking senior recess. Which also means that I get to see him every recess! * LAUGH OUT LOUD ~ (evilly) * Every Tuesday ^^ Totally waiting for that. * evil laughter *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... That's all. Too long post le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6888797201580428881?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6888797201580428881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6888797201580428881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6888797201580428881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6888797201580428881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-learning-day-yesterday-2-super-long.html' title='E-learning day, yesterday, 2 super long quizzes'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4588544785258742610</id><published>2010-07-02T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:13:58.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, where should I start from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day of School? :D&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I've been super lucky these days. Why? Cause I always get to see him :]]&lt;br /&gt;That's called damn lucky already. Hahas ;D !&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. 3rd day of school, Wednesday, I think. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, seriously lost in time. x;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;Remembering in progress.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Wednesday, I woke up early. And I can't exactly remember, but I read through the history of SMS between me and my Evvie jie. So now I a bit remember :PP !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like I slept at 7.30pm on Wednesday which is scarily early. Then I woke up at 4am, do some stuff, slept arnd 5.15am. Haha! Then wake up at 6am again. Kinda tired la. x:&lt;br /&gt;Then aft. school (yes, school was boring, so nothing to say :P), I got headache. To be awfully truthful: I'm not sure how I got it. But aft. that day no more headache. And I tell you, my headache is like throbbing painful okay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I waited for the bus I was like: f. you bus! HURRY UP LA!!!! I NEED TO GET SOME SLEEP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Thursday no more, cause I slept a bit later than on Wednesday / Tuesday night. :D. So, phew~&lt;br /&gt;Then fly to aft. school~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point to buy PINK FILE for History and at the same time follow my friend go Macs and eat. Seriously long time never step into Macs itself. Haha! Aft. the incident la. If you remember. So, yeah. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then TODAY, hoho. Interesting eh? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Again woke at 6am (sad, nowadays can only wake at 6am, then more energetic~ HAHA!). So left is about 6.30-6.35am which is also sad. Cause I'm always a bit late. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then bused to Jurong Point with.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA! But he went on top and I stayed below. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 154 stop, he actually wanted to board the bus that has arrived (but it's kinda full) but he didn't. And I'm like, right behind him. Hoho! Then stood near him as all of us waited for the bus. :] Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bused to school. Pretty late. :] then he's the one who does all the commanding thing early in the morning for National Anthem, Pledge, etc. la :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN ~ FLY TO AFT SCHOOL AGAIN ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our "HOME ECONS MAKE-UP LESSON". Our teacher was Miss Yani (short form for... something I can't remember -.-, but we call her "YANI" instead of the full name) and I was like, pissed when I saw her like that. Bad first impression. But when she started the class, then okay~ Kinda liked her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impression &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* DRUM ROLLLLL *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EGG SANDWICH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You'll be like: LOL~ LAME!&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you, we used up about 20mins just to do it. Wtf right?&lt;br /&gt;Crushing boiled egg, cutting bread, aligning, washing, cleaning, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then we even have to clean it spic and span. Then Miss Yani would grade us. Mark us. With our hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;Everything must be dry. Sink must be cleared of food. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;WTF MAN ~ LOL ~&lt;br /&gt;I was like: oh shit. please let my partner (Angela) and I pass. Please~&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. :]]&lt;br /&gt;Then aft. that go back home. It was raining like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;. ;x !&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't bring an umbrella -.- F.&lt;br /&gt;Then decided to take 154 instead of 30 cause 154 bus stop more near to shelter or something like that. Then have to walk pass the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;npcc&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA! Then saw him sitting on a bench talking to the secondary 1, I think. :]] He sounds so soft :D &lt;blockquote&gt;I have no objections with that! &lt;/blockquote&gt;But he's like, loud -.- when he gives the command in morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs ~ I feel so... romantic. LOL. Dreamy. Drifty~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during class, I learnt that Nabilla was a self acclaimed pony from Germany. LOL! And Brittany was a self acclaimed pig. And I'm the duck who's watching Nabilla, cause she has this phobia where she thinks somewhere in this world, ducks are watching her. LOL! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Then today/last night. I was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. With my classmates. All I did was ask someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just one person&lt;/span&gt; to help me type out in Chinese characters what the 2nd question was in the newspaper article, no one did. Ok, so fine, Shin Ying did, but other than that, those who I trusted didn't. Those who said I'm their best friends didn't. Those who regarded me as a friend, a rank higher than 'classmates' didn't. So fucking disappointed. Not sure why I'm friends with them till now. Seriously have no idea at all. -.- Fucking disappointed at myself and my classmates.&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4588544785258742610?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4588544785258742610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4588544785258742610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4588544785258742610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4588544785258742610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/3rd-4th-5th-day-of-school-d.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-7780214698073510264</id><published>2010-06-29T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:05:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of school reopen :D</title><content type='html'>Okay ~ School reopen. Have things to say. But lazy to type it out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;1 SCHOOL REOPENING DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;That major, epic, failure, day :DD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Epic fail. I know a lot of epic fails after asking friends about their first day HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;My epic fail:&lt;br /&gt;We have to bring thermometer that day. Then when the teacher said "Please take out your thermometers now." My whole class was murmuring along with the other Jurong-iians. But we're murmuring cause we're like "Omg, shit, I didn't bring! Oh my god!" LOL! Yeah. All of us didn't bring the thermometer. HAHA !&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher said "Can those who didn't bring their thermometer stand up?" then tens of thousands of people stood up. HAHA! Exaggerating la. Just very less people bring. Then our class tyco, all stand up! LOL !  Our class spirit ;P&lt;br /&gt;So, epic fail la. :DD.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday also saw him. :)) Made my day, just like today. HAHA! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;2  TODAY, 2ND DAY OF SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw him. Totally made my day. Even though there's PE and I'm praying super hard that something happens so we don't have PE.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was super late lo! I went out at 6.35am and it was raining super heavily like what sia! &lt;blockquote&gt;Nowadays, Singapore really rain until v. scary! Even with drains, still got flood. To be truthful: ever since the 2nd flood that happened in Singapore, I'm scared to go into the city and I'm even scared to leave the house in case it floods in that area and I'm trapped there without anyone to help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then chiong to bus stop. Stupid small umbrella -.- I hate small umbrellas. But big umbrellas are so inconvenient. They're like walking sticks lo -.- I mean, not that I have anything wrong with walking sticks, they are fine. But when I take them around: ahahaha... -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then took first bus I saw: 242.&lt;br /&gt;Then chiong to interchange.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like: "omg, 154, 7:01am then have one bus?!" I was freaking out, basically. Then we boarded the bus. And finally? I noticed he was there. All along. In the queue. LOL! :l. I thought he'd be like, super early. Especially since he has a reputation of being a student councillor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Seriously. Student councillors. What's the use of them? Being role models for us students? HAH ! Big joke -.- Seriously, they should consider changing student councillors. Cause I realise that other than the President and the V. President, everyone just slacks and don't become role models. I mean, I don't expect them to be perfect~. But it's just, the basic rules should be, like, old to them. They should know what are the rules and what not to do. But they just do it like they're some big ass -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then aft. reach school, I was 'stalking' him to take attendance. Not exactly 'stalking' la. Just, he's going my way, I'm going his way. etc. la -.- Then, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then EL, new teacher ^^ I like her. HAHA! Miss Wong.&lt;br /&gt;Then MT, not much. But we had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;debate&lt;/span&gt;. Boys vs girls. But girls v. shy even though have ideas. Sad. Of course, boys won. But never mind?&lt;br /&gt;Then recess, HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;Then PE, omg. The feared one -.-&lt;br /&gt;I seriously10 don't want PE. Cause it's right aft. recess.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons I dislike it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 We have to eat less, or else we might... end up weird during PE&lt;br /&gt;2 His recess -.- He might be like, surveying the basketball court/parade square and saw me looking like a f.ing fool.&lt;br /&gt;3 I really dislike PE in the first place x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then it's like, v. lucky la! :D We changed our last semester PE teacher. Then Miss Wong was actually our PE teacher. But she can't make it. Then replace another teacher. Then that teacher was sick. LOL! Then it turns out (yes, aft. a very10 big circle) the sub would be my Chinese teacher. LOL ~ ! COOL MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then aft. that, Emaths. Awww, I heart that ! *&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;lots of hearts&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Then ML (Media Literature), went to comp lab ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then came home. :)) Happy happy ~ HAHA ! Hopefully tomorrow he'll make my day again? Not sure. x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-7780214698073510264?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7780214698073510264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=7780214698073510264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7780214698073510264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7780214698073510264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/2nd-day-of-school-reopen-d.html' title='2nd day of school reopen :D'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8360471557702719830</id><published>2010-06-23T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:26:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>Wow. Today I discovered some new things :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully most West Grove-iians should know that the 10th Anniversary is coming (and on my birthday :P). So we Alumni Tutors got this 'treat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, we only have to pay $4 while those others who are not tutors, not even alumni members have to pay $20. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I went to the 'meeting' la. That means, it's like we get more info about it.&lt;br /&gt;Then they talked about 'Exco Members'. No sure what they actually do or meant. But anyway they showed us a list of ex-'Exco Members'. And his name was there. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cause early in the morning, I was like: I hope I won't see him there. But I don't even think he's from my P school even. Then once I saw the list: omfg. Shocked. Haha! His name, clearly printed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. x; So... yeah. That's the discovery.&lt;br /&gt;And another discovery for you guys :D&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to finish my homework -.- FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8360471557702719830?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8360471557702719830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8360471557702719830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8360471557702719830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8360471557702719830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6924032803803292759</id><published>2010-06-20T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:43:19.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CREATIVE PICTURES I</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;:D Thanks for the tags :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway I think most people reading my blog should know that my ex-phone is spoiled. It drowned... in the washing machine :( So I've gotten a new phone. It's the same brand. You'll be thinking: whytf did you buy another one?! Lemme tell you this: they said that they'll replace a new phone (everything same except for memory) at $350. And if I were to buy other phones without contract, they're super expensive. And those phones NEED to have internet access, cause my contract still counts internet access. So turned out, new phone. :) Everything same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But memory. So if you have my number, please SMS me your number and leave your name. If you don't and would like to have my number (SUPER DUPER UNLIKELY), tag, go on Facebook and search "REEMINDHER ONG" and send a private message or do whatever. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ! One more week. Omfg ! And I've yet to complete my dumb homework -.- HURRAY ~ URGHHH ! Sickening. Anyway, I'm pissed off these days. But, okay la. Recovering from the pissed off days. And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have10&lt;/span&gt; to finish my homework. But problem is, for the composition, I can't think of any content -.- F! Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so yup. Kinda bored. :) Watching GLEE online now...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remembered. I'm gonna share some things with you :) Whether you've seen it or not, I'm just keeping them for memory :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL WHALE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;▄██████████████▄▐█▄▄▄▄█▌&lt;br /&gt;██████▌▄▌▄▐▐▌███▌▀▀██▀▀&lt;br /&gt;████▄█▌▄▌▄▐▐▌▀███▄▄█▌&lt;br /&gt;▄▄▄▄▄██████████████&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;BRIAN FROM FAMILY GUY IN BANANA SUIT:&lt;br /&gt;…………………………………..,-”””¯””-,&lt;br /&gt;……………………………….,~”……….\&lt;br /&gt;……………………………,~”…………,..\&lt;br /&gt;……………………,-“…………………..|..|&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………….…….,-“……………………/..|&lt;br /&gt;………….………/……………………..’...|&lt;br /&gt;………………../………………………...|&lt;br /&gt;………………./…………………..,„_„...|&lt;br /&gt;………………/…………………,-,-~-,-~’,&lt;br /&gt;……………../……………….,-“  ( . . o)_º)&lt;br /&gt;……………./………………./ . . .“-~“ . . ¯¯¯¯¯””~-,&lt;br /&gt;……………|………………..|  . . . . . . . . . . . . . ,-~“~,&lt;br /&gt;……………|…………….....| . . . . . . . . .  . . . . /:::::::\&lt;br /&gt;……………|…………….....| . . . . . . . . . . . . .  |::::::::l&lt;br /&gt;……………|………………..\ . . . ._ . . . . . . . . “-,„„„-”&lt;br /&gt;…………....|………………..”-,  . .(..”~,------------~”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;…………….|._………………..”~,..”~-‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---,………………,--~~-,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;………….,~” .  ¯”~,……………….¯”~~-”,-\………….,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-“-,”~,  . .”-,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;……….,-“….,~”,-~”\…..-‘.,„„&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;„………………”-,……….| . . “-, ”-, .&lt;br /&gt;………..\,,-“,~”……/…..,-“  . .”-,…………..’-,.”-,……..) . . . .”-,,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;………….’-,……..(,--,.,-“ . .  . . |…………….”-,”-,,(“-~”-,””~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;…………….¯”””¯,-“,  .), . . . . ,-“……………….”-,\,.”..,-“&lt;br /&gt;………………….’-,  .”.,“-,_„„~”……………………”.”-,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;…………………..”~”-,.\,…,--~~~-,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;………………,~’,&lt;br /&gt;…………………………¯”~/ . . . . .  .)……………,”-~’,&lt;br /&gt;…………………….....…./ . . . . . . |--„„„„„„--,~””¯ . . .)_&lt;br /&gt;………………………….,-“  . . . . . .,-“………/ . . . . . . , .)&lt;br /&gt;…………………………( . . . . . ,. . ,  “)……”-, . . . . .) ,’-&lt;br /&gt;…………………………..”~-,„_ . .)_,|-“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ! So dammit creative mans !&lt;br /&gt;Okay :D All these you can see on Facebook (in most Group comments, super random comments :PP!). I'm gonna see if I wanna update them or not. HOHO ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sadly I can't post "FAIL MAN" :( Some sort of error seen when I publish the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6924032803803292759?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6924032803803292759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6924032803803292759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6924032803803292759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6924032803803292759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/creative-pictures-i.html' title='CREATIVE PICTURES I'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2793203733284518893</id><published>2010-06-16T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:12:12.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angry post, don't read, not my business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I really feel like making this blog private again. Like seriously. What's the use of having all those views when there's hardly any tags? It's like people enter my blog and just view my blogskin and say 'byebye'. And they're not here to read my blog posts and if needed, tag something about it and note if there's any need of concern kind of crap. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, nothing much these days.&lt;br /&gt;Very locked up in my house.&lt;br /&gt;No school, no friends to go out with, and homework uncompleted. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;I hate homework.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it how my mum always says she wants to watch Shrek the Third with me and turns out she has thousands of things to do and she'll always say "Pause awhile ah! I go do (insert name here)!" Then she'll take up half an hour doing it. Seriously, what's the point?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed off with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, if you don't want to do it: YOU DON'T FUCKING DO IT. Especially not with me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;F. So pissed off. And I hate myself. Seriously. Why am I always the one giving in??? Why do I so easily give in?! -.- FML la ! Never mind. Next time, I'm not gonna give in. Hurt me once, and that's it. That's my motto from now on. No more giving in. -'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2793203733284518893?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2793203733284518893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2793203733284518893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2793203733284518893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2793203733284518893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/angry-post-dont-read-not-my-business.html' title='angry post, don&apos;t read, not my business.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6387083694101222945</id><published>2010-06-09T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:19:03.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiwork -.- fuck you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 month more ! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually plan to list down 13 facts about me/things that happened on 9th July, but I decided, I can't think so much. ;( TOO BAD ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;1 month.&lt;br /&gt;That's... easy to live through... RIGHT?! Omg.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 1 month's awesome. :D Gives me time.&lt;br /&gt;For what? Heck knows.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Rotting at home. :] Stupid homework partially not done.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get this:&lt;br /&gt;It's holiday, we're supposed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have fun and forget about school&lt;/span&gt;! But stupid school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; has to have a way to make us remember. Holiwork -.- Stupid holiwork. Fuck you, holiwork! :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Nothing much. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6387083694101222945?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6387083694101222945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6387083694101222945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6387083694101222945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6387083694101222945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiwork-fuck-you.html' title='holiwork -.- fuck you!'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2706056551196375911</id><published>2010-06-07T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:12:38.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHREKKKK!!!!! I HEART YOU MAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There was a blonde who found herself sitting next to a Lawyer on an  airplane. The lawyer just kept bugging the blonde wanting her to play a  game of intelligence. Finally, the lawyer offered her 10 to 1 odds, and  said every time the blonde could not answer one of his questions, she  owed him $5, but every time he could not answer hers, he'd give her  $50.00. The lawyer figured he could not lose, and the blonde reluctantly  accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer first asked, "What is the distance between the Earth and  the nearest star?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word the blonde handed him $5. then the blonde  asked, "What goes up a hill with 3 legs and comes back down the hill  with 4 legs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the lawyer looked puzzled. He took several hours, looking up  everything he could on his laptop and even placing numerous  air-to-ground phone calls trying to find the answer. Finally, angry and  frustrated, he gave up and paid the blonde $50.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde put the $50 into her purse without comment, but the  lawyer insisted, "What is the answer to your question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word, the blonde handed him $5. &lt;/blockquote&gt;I am obsessed with SHREK 1,2,3,4! OMG ! SHREK, I HEART YOU MANS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wallpaperez.net/wallpaper/movie/Shrek-Third-Donkey-461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.wallpaperez.net/wallpaper/movie/Shrek-Third-Donkey-461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IT'S DA DONKEY! So talkative! xPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/2249/shrek4cs7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 299px;" src="http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/2249/shrek4cs7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The babies are damn adorable cans??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://students.ou.edu/S/Stacy.L.Sanford-1/myth/shrek2_wp03_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 336px;" src="http://students.ou.edu/S/Stacy.L.Sanford-1/myth/shrek2_wp03_1024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA! PUSS IN BOOTS! That always so cute face. I remember one part in Shrek 3 where Donkey tried to act to act like the picture above, wide eyes. But because it's actually Puss's soul in Donkey's body (and Donkey's soul in Puss's body), so Puss forgotten he's in Donkey's body and had wide eyes to trick the soldiers. HAHA! See, donkeys can do that too! Not just cats. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uicsoccer.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/lgfp1322100-authentic-ogre-shrek-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 381px;" src="http://uicsoccer.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/lgfp1322100-authentic-ogre-shrek-2-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHREK.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, I love how he looks like when he's more human like. Haha! Only if he stayed human like. But I still love how he looks Ogre like ! ;HEARTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOTS ! That marks th end of th tour people!&lt;br /&gt;Watch SHREK! :D&lt;br /&gt;Support SHREK. LOL. Okay, no more Shrek business anymore. x:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. about the weird alignment now. x; !&lt;br /&gt;cause of the pic I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2706056551196375911?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2706056551196375911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2706056551196375911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2706056551196375911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2706056551196375911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/shrekkkk-i-heart-you-man.html' title='SHREKKKK!!!!! I HEART YOU MAN!'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-3104951902874615488</id><published>2010-06-03T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:34:53.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day out with mum aft. choir * HEARTS *</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A blonde had just gotten a new sports car and was out for a drive when  she cut off a truck driver.&lt;br /&gt;He motioned for her to pull over. When she did, he got out of his truck  and pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;He drew a circle on the road and told the blonde to stand in the circle  and not move.&lt;br /&gt;He then went to her car and cut up her leather seats.&lt;br /&gt;When he turned around she had a slight grin on her face, so he said,  "Oh, you think that's funny? Watch this."&lt;br /&gt;He gets a baseball bat out of his truck and breaks every window in her  car.&lt;br /&gt;When he turns and looks at her she has a smile on her face. He is  getting really mad.&lt;br /&gt;He gets his knife back out and slices all her tires.&lt;br /&gt;Now she's laughing.&lt;br /&gt;The truck driver is really starting to lose it. He goes back to his  truck and gets a can of gas, pours it on her car and sets it on fire.&lt;br /&gt;He turns around and she is laughing so hard she is about to fall down.&lt;br /&gt;"What's so funny?" The truck driver asked the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "When you weren't looking, I stepped outside the circle 4  times."  &lt;/blockquote&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;There's choir.&lt;br /&gt;After choir, me and my mum spent time together at JP :] *HEARTS*&lt;br /&gt;We ate, then went to watch "PRINCE OF PERSIA" which is so cool! But I hate the sound. Too f.ing loud. That's one reason I dislike about watching movies in a cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we're about the go back, bought food (and of course bubbletea :D).&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;A day out with my mum. :]&lt;br /&gt;SPEND TIME TOGETHER WITH YOUR FAMILY MEMBERS! Or else they might go away one day and you'll never see them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;Today, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, choir again. But my mum and I wouldn't have another day out. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-3104951902874615488?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3104951902874615488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=3104951902874615488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3104951902874615488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3104951902874615488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-out-with-mum-aft-choir-hearts.html' title='day out with mum aft. choir * HEARTS *'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-7240680372527065043</id><published>2010-06-01T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:51:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fx0kMizIioI&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;br /&gt;World's longest word pronounced. OMG ! SO FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Just to post the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-7240680372527065043?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7240680372527065043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=7240680372527065043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7240680372527065043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7240680372527065043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/watch-this-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5499584738897150036</id><published>2010-05-31T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:22:03.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="textstyle3"&gt;Little Johnny's father said, "Let me see your  report card."&lt;br /&gt;        Johnny replied, "I don't have it with me."&lt;br /&gt;        "Why not?" His father asked.&lt;br /&gt;        "My friend just borrowed it. He wants to scare his parents."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay. This is probably just about a day.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this act of bravery.&lt;br /&gt;* lots of hearts *c&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;I was on the MRT on the way back to Boon Lay (don't ask why I'm taking the MRT!)&lt;br /&gt;Then, on one of the stops, a guy wearing a... however you want to describe it as (it's more like, a V cut near his collars... whatever). I thought he's just another guy who's just showing off his muscles like any other idiot who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; muscles. So I was like: okay. typical. lame.&lt;br /&gt;So at Buona Vista station, there was a scene nearby me. (I was standing, fyi). There was an Indian guy and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure what he said, but it seems really harsh and forceful and whatever bad. (I had my earpiece and listening to music. But the volume was just right. So that I just hear the person say each station and at the same time I can hear the music) Then, he pushed his wife's head and if I'm not wrong, told her to get off the MRT train. But she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; persisting. So I guess that's what made the idiot so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy (the 'show-off-his-muscles' guy) was standing near them and he said "HEY! STOP THAT!" OMG. SO F.ING BRAVE! I read his lips. Yep. Then as the Indian couple got down the train, the husband was like "I WAS JUST TRYING TO GET HER OFF." Like WTF??? Obv. is your fault and trying to push the fault to other people??? That's so fucking obvious! It's like, he's trying to defend himself. That it's not his fault that he forced his wife down the train. Fuck you la -.- Then the brave guy was saying something to them (I couldn't see what. Cause he's back was turned). Then he followed them down the train and 'handled' it. Then I thought he was coming back on board. He didn't. He followed them? I'm not sure. But I could definitely see that he's not letting the matter rest. I HEART BRAVE GUYS :] And not those who just protects their girl. I mean, they also help &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fight justice&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA! I HEART THEM! Dang. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this old guy sitting next to me all of a sudden stood up during the scene and... I don't know. Trailed them to see what's happening? Then the old guy didn't stop at that station. Instead he continued to ...??? And on the way, he was like, speaking all in Hokkien and saying all those things. Trying to relate what happened to people and giving his comments. Omg sia! It's like he's trying to... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take credit&lt;/span&gt; of what had happened. -.- I mean, no need to go around bragging ma. That brave guy probably didn't do it because he wanted people to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; him kind of thing you know??? -.- Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;But I HEART BRAVE GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Then nothing much. I hope. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART BRAVE GUYS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5499584738897150036?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5499584738897150036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5499584738897150036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5499584738897150036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5499584738897150036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-3717033839784587030</id><published>2010-05-28T11:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:25:45.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's called a day. so stick to a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The fourth grade teacher  received a telephone call one morning. The husky voice on the phone said, “Will you excuse Johnny  from school today?”&lt;br /&gt;“Who is this?" the teacher asked. The voice  answered. “ This is my father speaking”. &lt;/blockquote&gt;I guess I have to continue from Thursday onwards?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;C.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;Picking up litter. At MacRitchie Reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF?&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S HARDLY ANY LITTER TO PICK UP?! And we have to walk about 10km?!?! OMG. A bit like waste time and energy lo. Especially when some teachers are so rush. I mean, they said this is supposed to be, like, a walk and a C.I.P. thing right? SO WHY CAN'T WE WALK SLOWLY AND ENJOY IT?! T-T But it was a nice and tiring walk. I enjoyed the scenery. But I hate the people (students from 1-4 and 1-D) making so much noise -.-&lt;br /&gt;But I took some pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There's no photos of myself. I hate taking photos of myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;Some of the photos I already photoshopped on my phone so you can know what I'm taking about. :) But I'm just gonna put both photoshopped and un-photoshopped photo. Just in case :)&lt;br /&gt;The monkeys :D We saw. There are TONS of them. And we're not supposed to feed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblDesc"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9DCc9SGWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FBwMovj4Jyo/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9DCc9SGWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FBwMovj4Jyo/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476169381317843298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblDesc"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try   {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9CGRsvM_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/KdK2HzRwmjk/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9CGRsvM_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/KdK2HzRwmjk/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476168347503506418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You see that lady behind? And that monkey in front? She's the one who fed the monkey. With potato chips I guess. WTF? And the monkey almost attacked us -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9CF3HzCLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oTSsSoEYZp8/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9CF3HzCLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oTSsSoEYZp8/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476168340369246386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9DZaR5FCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-c_VCQ_29MQ/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9DZaR5FCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-c_VCQ_29MQ/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476169775735968802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9ENI9_-KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/66wA1vafoMQ/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a turtle in the water :D It's so cute! When I took a picture of it, it's head stuck out, when I finished taking pictures, it's head went down! Like it's waiting for me to take a picture of it! Too bad there's no zoom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9ENI9_-KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/66wA1vafoMQ/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476170664442329250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9CFu-luyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RVY82AqEH8g/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9CFu-luyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RVY82AqEH8g/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476168338183142178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just views :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9EPR7OVZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CfX-rMqZnBA/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9EPR7OVZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CfX-rMqZnBA/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476170701206345106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9EO8FYKHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/crVqKdoIzOk/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9EO8FYKHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/crVqKdoIzOk/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476170695343351922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9EOtpxtTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/us7kfQiQ8-E/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9EOtpxtTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/us7kfQiQ8-E/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476170691469489458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of pure randomness. xPP! This is the ??? they're gonna open up to people soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9FC5RJxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Loo8akmG5Ik/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9FC5RJxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Loo8akmG5Ik/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476171587940632226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY FAVOURITE PICTURE I TOOK. :) I loved this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9FCVC7QsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wG29r2bkWP8/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9FCVC7QsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wG29r2bkWP8/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476171578217284290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a fallen tree :D We have to, like, mambo below it to get across. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9FB8sziII/AAAAAAAAAPo/g18IlT23_W8/s1600/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9FB8sziII/AAAAAAAAAPo/g18IlT23_W8/s320/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476171571682052226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you enjoyed :D Cause I did.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's pretty less. xPP&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;CCA Phototaking session.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It's at 4pm instead. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Took then quickly rushed home xPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong Got Talent.&lt;br /&gt;Wtheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-3717033839784587030?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3717033839784587030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=3717033839784587030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3717033839784587030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3717033839784587030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/cip.html' title='it&apos;s called a day. so stick to a day.'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S_9DCc9SGWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FBwMovj4Jyo/s72-c/C.I.P+at+MacRitchie+Reservoir+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4869667857453417314</id><published>2010-05-25T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:46:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random posting ;PP</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;How do you keep an idiot occupied for the rest of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly have a reason why I'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Nothing interesting. Except my head hurt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. And after school, Lei Ting (who else could she be? Obviously a friend from my school -.-) and I took 30 home. Then the 30 we took was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super frigging slow&lt;/span&gt;! But the good thing is that the 2nd deck was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;practically empty&lt;/span&gt;! So we got to choose our seats :D Yeah ! Then after Lei Ting got down at her stop. I was alone. On the 2nd deck. SUPER AWESOME!!!! HAHA!!!! I can do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mostly&lt;/span&gt; anything I want. HAHA! SO COOL!! I love that feeling. Especially in an air-con bus. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today. For DnT, we didn't went through paper ^^ ! But we did this... magnet thing. Can't really elab though. Hmm. Then... I saw him 3 times. BUT! I did the dare already. So I've decided. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no more thinking about him&lt;/span&gt;! YEP! Anyway... I don't know why yet. But, I've gotten a feeling he doesn't like me. CAUSE IF HE DOES. WHY CANT HE CONFESS FIRST?! Why must it be the girl that has to have the guts to confess??? Because if he doesn't like me: HE WONT CONFESS. As simple as that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had this phototaking session! WOO! Took photos, duh! We're at hall. Class photo. :D Hope the photos will be used for our blogskin. And come to think about it: OUR CLASS BLOG N CLASS T IS SUPER OVERDUE! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting things coming up for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Finals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Class C.I.P.! But this is for S1-S3. HOHO! Miss Norita forgotten where we're heading to. But I LOVE C.I.P.! C.I.P. ROCKS! JUST LIKE MOST OF THE THINGS! :DDD ! C.I.P. is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super duper fuper kuper &lt;/span&gt;fun! :D Anyway I've already completed my 6hrs of C.I.P. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long long long long long &lt;/span&gt;time ago. :) Can't wait for this C.I.P.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(still) Thursday - CCA Phototaking. Gosh. Still have to bring Uni top! And have to wait till 4.15pm! WTF??? We come back around 11.30am and we have to wait till 4.15pm?!?! CRAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Just have to pass time. HOW???? OMG?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Holidays! Vesak Day! Bored ! Woo hoo ! Someone entertain me ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;You write on both sides of a paper "Please flip over".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4869667857453417314?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4869667857453417314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4869667857453417314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4869667857453417314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4869667857453417314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-posting-pp.html' title='random posting ;PP'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2098012581511882401</id><published>2010-05-22T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:23:03.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;An airline captain was breaking in a new blonde stewardess. The route  they were flying had a layover in another city. Upon their arrival, the  captain showed the stewardess the best place for airline personnel to  eat, shop and stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's  route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she  was in at the hotel and called her up wondering what happened. She  answered the phone, crying, and said she couldn't get out of her room.  "You can't get out of your room?" the captain asked, "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stewardess replied: "There are only three doors in here," she  sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on  it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched "FINAL DESTINATION". And though it was gruesome, I still don't get the whole puzzle thing. But I could guess who's going to die in the end. :) Kind of okay. I don't really wanna watch the other series. Not sure why. Not cause it's too gross though. The gross parts are okay. But I feel like watching "A Nightmare On Elm Street". HAHA! It seems darn awesome! Okay okay okay. So I'm feeling like watching tons of horror movies all of a sudden. But COME ON! You HAVE to approve this cause kids like ME, at this age don't get a lot of horror movies! :) Never mind. But maybe I'm gonna watch that. At a very low volume. xPP! HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've gotten good news too :)&lt;br /&gt;Not just my obsession for horror movies. I got into "Jurong Got Talent" finals. LIKE WTF?! I was praying I wouldn't get into the finals -.- Damn. I mean. Look at it this way:&lt;br /&gt;I'm from Choir.&lt;br /&gt;So people have high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;If any Choir members knew, they'll be like "HUH! Let's see what Celia can do! Having the nerve to join Jurong Got Talent!"&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't get into Top 3, they'll be like "HUH! Stupid. Who told you to action sia? See! Can't even get into Top 3!"&lt;br /&gt;But if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; get into Top 3, say 2nd or 3rd (no first), they'll be like "AIYA! 2nd/3rd ONLY MA! WHAT CRAP SIA?! ALSO NOT FIRST? Super disappointed sia! FROM CHOIR SUMMORE!"&lt;br /&gt;But if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; get 1st, they'll be like "OKAY! FIRST RIGHT?! You BETTER show me performances like a winner! You BETTER sing well! No off-key or whatever!"&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I'm just gonna go through this. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;-'- those with high expectations of me. really, -'- you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... KK.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2098012581511882401?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2098012581511882401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2098012581511882401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2098012581511882401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2098012581511882401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/airline-captain-was-breaking-in-new.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-257251764819089498</id><published>2010-05-20T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:53:40.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>head hurting experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A girl saws her father smoking and decided to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;G: Papa! Stop smoking!&lt;br /&gt;F: Give me one good reason why.&lt;br /&gt;The girl thought for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;G: Because you'll have a miscarriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;That joke seriously cracked me up. I almost cried when Natasha told me that. It's actually from her, her own experience. LOL! And I was like: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! While at KFC with her. LOOL! Joke of the year for me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, I totally don't feel like going to tutor. Sighs. I seriously hate that tutee of mine. F YOU! -.- LOL. But nevermind. I try the bribing method. HOHO! I bought a coke lollipop and a pizza gummi just now. See which one he want. Then end of lesson, if he behave and if I v. happy, then I give him. I mean happy about his behavior. SUPER OBVIOUS!? Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also stupid, exciting, awesome and WE GOT BACK ALL OUR RESULTS! That's so awesome. But I can tell you, it was like, thousands of feelings packed into today. xPP !&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, early in the morning. My stupid clock spoiled -.- WTF?! And I woke up heck knows what time. Then when I bath finish: 6.50AM! And my darn clock is showing 6.15 -.- WTF?! Then I quickly begged my dad to bring me to school. We got there by 7.18am? Late right? But the back gate was still open! PHEW! ;PP!&lt;br /&gt;Then starting to return the exam results. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was... English. Then continuing... only a few subjects got HUGE feelings packed into it. For Maths, everyone was like: OMG!!! AHHH! OMGG!!! Like it was the end of the world -.- Then for... Art, everyone was like: WOOOOHOOOOO!! ARTT!!! And those feelings are not expressed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the paper. It was expressed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the paper was given out -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed all. Which was good :) Yeah. So there. End. Thanks. For. Reading. I. Guess. No, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanting&lt;/span&gt; to 'consult' Mr. Sim about this Math Q in the paper. Budden I decided "Nahh. I don't care anymore. My head hurts. I better go home." Cause I thought I might get one mark. Budden I didn't want it anymore. Cause anyway there's already an A1. So I don't mind. Budden another reason was because my head was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;throbbingly hurtful&lt;/span&gt;. Or whatever -.- Just hurts. :)&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah. I'm gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-257251764819089498?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/257251764819089498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=257251764819089498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/257251764819089498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/257251764819089498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/head-hurting-experience.html' title='head hurting experience'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8636668333100629884</id><published>2010-05-19T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:44:16.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;WHYS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;2. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why are they called "stands" when they are made for sitting?&lt;br /&gt;4. If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?&lt;br /&gt;5. If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?&lt;br /&gt;6. Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hope those WHYS made you think :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is super random.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna share some jokes and WHYS here :) Continuing on the program... HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A blonde walks into the library, she walks up to the borrowing counter and slams a book down before screaming at the librarian "This is the WORST book I've ever read! It has NO plot and far too many characters!" The librarian looks up and says "So you're the one who took our phone book!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Woman A and Woman B were watching the 11:00pm news. The current news was about a man up on a ledge and threatening to jump.&lt;br /&gt;A: I bet you $20 he's going to jump&lt;br /&gt;B: Okay!&lt;br /&gt;It turned out the man jumped.&lt;br /&gt;B: I lost. Here's my $20 to you.&lt;br /&gt;A: No, that was too easy. I can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;B: I insist. I lost.&lt;br /&gt;A: I have a confession to make. I saw the same thing on the 6:00pm news and I knew he jumped. So it wasn't really a good bet.&lt;br /&gt;B: I know. I saw the same newscast at 6:00pm too. But I didn't think he would be stupid enough to jump twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One day, a farm boy accidentally overturned his wagon loaded with corn and felt scared. His neighbour then heard the noise. "Hey Will!" the neighbour yelled. "Forget your troubles. Come eat dinner with us. After that, I'll help you get the wagon up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's really nice of you. But I don't think Pa will like it." Will answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Aw come on." the neighbour insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... okay. But Pa wouldn't like it." Will agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hearty dinner, Will thanked the neighbour. "I feel a lot better now, but I know Pa will be really furious." "Don't be foolish!" the neighbour said with a laugh. "By the way, where's your Pa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will gulped before answering "Under the wagon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you found them funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8636668333100629884?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8636668333100629884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8636668333100629884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8636668333100629884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8636668333100629884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/whys-1.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-464270693451041695</id><published>2010-05-18T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:20:23.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two  cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this taste  funny to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I'm just posting cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; asked me to update&lt;/span&gt;... :) Okay. So, Monday, early in the morning ~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OOOOOHHH :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Not sure what that was for. Anyway e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;arly in the morning he's at the bus stop&lt;/span&gt; :D ! And the bus came and what made me do that stupid&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "OOOOOHHH :D"&lt;/span&gt; is that&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; he walked towards the bus, then because he was at the back, back, back, then he came front, front, front. Where I was. xPP! &lt;/span&gt;Then&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I was walking beside him while we waited for our turn to board the bus&lt;/span&gt;. But then he went to the top floor and I decided "Might as well stay on the first floor." xP!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Art that day&lt;/span&gt;. Which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;All I memorised was Primary, Secondary colours and the elements of art&lt;/span&gt;. -.- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I memorised the elements of art while on the bus to JP. PRO RIGHT?! LOL! Only 6 elements. -.-&lt;/span&gt; But&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; today (CL Listening), I didn't see him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Maybe he didn't have a paper? Or he was early?&lt;/span&gt; I dont know. ;( Saddened. Anyway... yep! Updated. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;AND I HOPE THIS IS LONG OKAY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I wanna quit my Audition FAM&lt;/span&gt;. Like seriously lo. Sighs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Because of some things I feel&lt;/span&gt;. Budden &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I should anyway&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm being so inactive! Or should I wait for them to kick me? &lt;/span&gt;Hmm... -.-" Wtheck. WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT THIS?! Oh yeah. I remembered. Cause I'm bored. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;SOMEBODY, ENTERTAIN ME CANS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-464270693451041695?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/464270693451041695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=464270693451041695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/464270693451041695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/464270693451041695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-cannibals-are-eating-clown.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5285174889759201429</id><published>2010-05-16T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:35:29.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;What do you call Iron Man when he's glued to the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D Just updating cause someone (also named Natasha) told me to :) I'm now talking to Nat and Evvie Jie ;DD Haha, laughing a lot o ! :D Thanks ;) Okay, so, there's nothing much to type about. Cause this is... random... LOL. Okay, entertained you, Natt. Your turn :D&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"WE ARE YOUNG"&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Mika's sooooo super cute &lt;/span&gt;:D ! Also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"KICK-ASS" ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;! And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"VOLCANO"&lt;/span&gt; from&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 1997&lt;/span&gt;. WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stuck !(Stark)&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5285174889759201429?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5285174889759201429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5285174889759201429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5285174889759201429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5285174889759201429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html' title='random!'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-1892630651902598808</id><published>2010-05-14T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:50:04.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 GOOD NEWS 1 BAD NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;Why don't skeletons fight each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;:) Okay, I guess it's time to start this post :) I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2 good news and a bad news&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Bad news shall overpower the good news :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Maths Paper 2 was hard -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;gonna lose about 13 marks&lt;/span&gt;, which already &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;brings me down to an A2&lt;/span&gt;. -.- Sheesh. I mean, the paper &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; hard. Some of the Qs I've never seen before and don't know what to use or what formula to make up. Sighs. So... yep. Anyway there's still paper 1. And&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; hopefully my paper 1 can help me pull up my paper 2 ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, good news!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Be happy people&lt;/span&gt;! Cause it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; good news&lt;/span&gt;! Yes! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I still have &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;2 more papers to go&lt;/span&gt;! Art and Chinese Listening Compre!&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; WOOT!&lt;/span&gt; HAHA! :D Okay. That's one down.&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; good news&lt;/span&gt;. And this is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; super duper good for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. xPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't believe he lives near me! O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Early in the morning&lt;/span&gt;, I'm at the bus stop and obviously I'm waiting for the bus. So then,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; 192 or 193 came&lt;/span&gt;. then I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;went to the top deck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;as usual&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a few Jurong-iians came to the top deck too&lt;/span&gt;. Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; came on it&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;never ever ever ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; seen him take this bus&lt;/span&gt;. And IMAGINE! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If he's taking this bus, it meant that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;LIVES NEAR ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; AHHH! And till this day... LOOOL ~ ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel so mushy inside&lt;/span&gt;. Darn. I&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; don't think I can sleep without being conscious of him living nearby&lt;/span&gt;. Oh darn. Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;all those trips to Pioneer Mall... could he be there?&lt;/span&gt; T-T Oh sheesh. Celia, Celia, Celia......... Oh well. It's still good :D Then we went on board the same bus to school (had to switch from house to JP to school), he went upper deck, but I stayed on the first deck. I thought there wasn't any space anymore ;( But anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;today was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;super awesome&lt;/span&gt;. And I think &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;super duper duper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I saw him come on the upper deck&lt;/span&gt;. Cause I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; that my eyes practically popped out&lt;/span&gt;, not accepting the fact that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;he's taking this bus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; lives near me&lt;/span&gt;. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh dang. This feeling ROCKS! Okay, gonna go. :) Art has hardly anything to study. And before Listening Compre: DIG MY EARS! HAHA ~ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;They don't have the guts.&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-1892630651902598808?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1892630651902598808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=1892630651902598808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1892630651902598808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1892630651902598808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-good-news-1-bad-news.html' title='2 GOOD NEWS 1 BAD NEWS'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-748966470429651117</id><published>2010-05-12T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:58:09.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;I am the beginning of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt; and the end of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; space&lt;/span&gt;. I am the beginning of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every end&lt;/span&gt; and the end of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every place&lt;/span&gt;. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, so, long time no post :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Due to MYE&lt;/span&gt;. But it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;still ongoing&lt;/span&gt;. It stops at Wednesday, marking day, then Thursday go back to check paper. I also don't know what does "check paper" means, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't believe it. Stupid &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"ART"&lt;/span&gt; is also counted as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;one of the MYE subs&lt;/span&gt;. And we have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;go to school, waste an hour plus just to do that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. Yes, it's a normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;exam paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; WTF? I find that seriously: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;sickening, stupid&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah... Sighs. Anyway &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't have the art textbook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;and don't plan to buy one&lt;/span&gt; so I'm not gonna study for that. Die then die! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Currently, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;English Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2, Math Paper 1, Chinese Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2, DnT, Geography, Literature&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;is over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So now left with:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Science, Math Paper 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;super excited for this x;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;!, Art, Chinese Paper 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;listening compre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Yeah. Then, today, even though something small happened, but it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;such an awesome feeling&lt;/span&gt;! :D But at that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;same time&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I forgot to do something&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;So, it's early in the morning, then I found my table&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; wet due to some stupid heavy rain&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I went in search for toilet paper&lt;/span&gt;, level 2 don't have, decided to go to level 1,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; then on the way down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he was on the way up!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGOSH RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt; And the&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; stairs &lt;/span&gt;was pretty, like,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; less space to fit 2 people&lt;/span&gt;, but anyway I just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;chiong down &lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;slowly walked up&lt;/span&gt;, then it's like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WE WERE BRUSHING EACH OTHERS SHOULDERS~!!!&lt;/span&gt; It's like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS CLOSE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S-pcdbBF6pI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QHPaizZQCeY/s1600/so+close+%7E.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S-pcdbBF6pI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QHPaizZQCeY/s320/so+close+%7E.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470286357933189778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Then I had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;new dare &lt;/span&gt;with Nat recently, which is to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"hi" by the end of this month to him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;AND I WAS SO F DUMB! I FORGOT TO SAY IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; URGHHHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A good opportunity missed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And the if I said "HI" to him, it's like, I can pretend I'm saying "HI" to a schoolmate. Which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; be equivalent to saying "HI" to either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Okay, I'm confusing myself.&lt;/span&gt; LOOOL ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;BUT IT WAS SUCH A GREAT OPPORTUNITYY! URGHHHHHHHH~ WASTED~ FOOL~ STUPID~ ! D;&lt;/span&gt; Nevermind. There are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;still lots of days before the month ends&lt;/span&gt;. And right now,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; MYE is more important&lt;/span&gt;! MYE Sec 1 is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;only once&lt;/span&gt;! I'm never going to stay for another stupid Sec 1 year! :DD ! Anyway, Science tomorrow... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;a bit reluctant to revising&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIGHS&lt;/span&gt;. LOL x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I've been thinking&lt;/span&gt;. About&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; my blog posts&lt;/span&gt;. When I was... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt;, when I&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; first started typing my first few posts&lt;/span&gt;, my posts were practically &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;lame, childish, immature and badly written with all those... uhmmm... lemme get some examples: get=qet.&lt;/span&gt; -.-" Phew. Luckily I grew out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. -.- Now, I feel that my posts &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;are more mature than my older posts&lt;/span&gt;. xDD ! But &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be awfully truthful&lt;/span&gt;, all those young kids&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; (totally younger than me) &lt;/span&gt;who has their own blogs, even &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;they started super childish, lame, immature, and 'cute'&lt;/span&gt;, their &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;following posts are actually starting to get more mature&lt;/span&gt;. :) Sighs. Kids these days. All &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;too mature due to TV Programs&lt;/span&gt;. LOL ~ Okay, not gonna crap anymore. And anyway nth much to crap about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;The letter "E"&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-748966470429651117?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/748966470429651117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=748966470429651117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/748966470429651117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/748966470429651117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/question-i-am-beginning-of-eternity-and.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S-pcdbBF6pI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QHPaizZQCeY/s72-c/so+close+%7E.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6322075751292055669</id><published>2010-05-06T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:32:53.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;JOKE&lt;br /&gt;Father: If I had ten oranges and gave you two, how many would I have left?&lt;br /&gt;Son: I don't know. In school we learn on apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Good. Looks like the fucking unreasonable virus scan is gone. -'- YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just prepared to sell some of my books to the Garang guni man. Not sure how much I will get. But the total $ of all the books is probably over $50 T-T Sighs. Then surely get less than $10 for the books. Damn loss sia! -.- Anyway, I'm gonna have a "ORGANISE MY BOOKS" day during the holidays. MUST organise. Or else there are all these empty spaces (which is the books that are gonna be sold) and I'm probably gonna start crying ;((( !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. So MYE is currently on going. I find today (EL Paper 1) quite okay. Only that my Situational Writing seems badly written cause I was at halfway through then left 10mins, so I have to chiong to the ending T-T But I like my compo :) Finally something nice I've wrote. LOL. And the compo is like, 1 and 1/4 of the foolscap. But it's over 250 words. xPP !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, gonna stop. BB :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6322075751292055669?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6322075751292055669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6322075751292055669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6322075751292055669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6322075751292055669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-father-if-i-had-ten-oranges-and.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-3092722342016960124</id><published>2010-05-06T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:02:12.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so fucked up about this computer. Seriously. The stupid virus scan. Yeah, I get it, I've gotten virus. But I don't wanna do anything to it. I don't wanna buy your fucking product and neither do I want to get rid of those fucking viruses.  If I don't want to buy your fucking product, respect that choice la! No need to ban me from using Firefox right? -'- Pissed off sia. It's just like those pages you join because you wanna see something, then turns out to have this fucking survey which you can't get through. Stupid virus scan. Go to hell. I'm gonna go restart this damn computer and see what happens. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-3092722342016960124?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3092722342016960124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=3092722342016960124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3092722342016960124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3092722342016960124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-so-fucked-up-about-this-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4224528600078456202</id><published>2010-04-25T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:16:49.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;Why did King Kong &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;climb to the top of the Empire State building&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've got &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;nothing to talk about&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:{&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Sighs. Maybe I'll just put up some random pictures I 'drew' and 'took-picture-of-it'. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the unpleasant wait.There is now going to be a break in between the uploading moments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back. To uploading pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... uploading... &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for your patience :)&lt;br /&gt;The photos are now uploaded :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S9QxdMSGJnI/AAAAAAAAANY/zyUjIUFAUCM/s1600/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S9QxekTRxqI/AAAAAAAAANw/OutZ6YXuQtY/s320/IMG_0297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464046649117623970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S9Qxdpdvw6I/AAAAAAAAANg/2CLfIcQEljc/s1600/IMG_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S9Qxdpdvw6I/AAAAAAAAANg/2CLfIcQEljc/s320/IMG_0294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464046633323840418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S9QxeKjYNXI/AAAAAAAAANo/4YzadR_dnVw/s1600/IMG_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S9QxeKjYNXI/AAAAAAAAANo/4YzadR_dnVw/s320/IMG_0295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464046642205832562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too big&lt;/span&gt; for the elevator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4224528600078456202?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4224528600078456202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4224528600078456202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4224528600078456202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4224528600078456202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/question-why-did-king-kong-climb-to-top.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S9QxdMSGJnI/AAAAAAAAANY/zyUjIUFAUCM/s72-c/IMG_0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4105734975414451658</id><published>2010-04-18T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:22:02.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;UNKNOWN &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Henri Frederic Amiel&lt;br&gt; 1821-1881, Swiss Philosopher, Poet, Critic&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;william shakespeare&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just some random love quotes to share before I head off to my bed ;] Sleep well people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4105734975414451658?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4105734975414451658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4105734975414451658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4105734975414451658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4105734975414451658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hardest-thing-to-do-is-watch-one-you.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4634619620659904201</id><published>2010-04-17T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:35:31.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUESTION:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are in a sinking boat and surrounded by sharks. How do you survive?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I find that this week, the time is moving awfully slow. Like crazy slow. But I survived :D!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, start from Monday: I don't remember anything interesting...&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Nahh...&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Not yet ;(&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: OH YEAH! Early in the morning! ^^! Went to interchange and saw... (this time, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i swear I won't hide anything&lt;/span&gt; he was at the 154 bus stop! OMGOSH. And cause I just reached the interchange and&lt;br /&gt; I saw the 154 line moving, I was like: shit! Don't move away! Please! ... But the queue was still long. And I saw him. That's the best part. So I got&lt;br /&gt;onto the exact bus with him and... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sighs&lt;/span&gt; got to stare at him for the next 15-20mins ;)! Eyyyyy....!!!!! I feel so awesome right know as I type this. HOHO! But after every Jurong-iian got off, I lost track of him, but a big 'WHATEVER!' cause I know I got to stare at him, and that's awesome enough! &lt;br /&gt;Then after Emaths, Li Xuan and I was practically begging Mr Sim to let us into the supplementary (I was dead bored, that's why), then we followed him out while he talked serious business with Hui Ling. Then I was practically hopping about for no reason. I stopped and saw him go up to Level 3 by taking 2 steps at a time ;) AGAIN! Awwwww.....!!!! LOL. So, after following Mr Sim to very far away, he agreed to let us in. Then after swimming lessons, Shu Ya, Hui Ling, Li Xuan and I went to Mcs. Then I was emo for a reason I don't wanna say. Then Benjamin came and piss me off, so I chased after him, then aft. we ate, this guy in blue shirt (more or less one of Mc's manager) came up to me and asked me if I took here as a playground, then scolded me for running around. I was a bit shocked AND pissed off. Because obv. HE wouldn't be angry if someone pissed someone ELSE off. But would he be angry if I say that he has no life? That he should *** on other's face after his life has ended? WOULD HE? Like shit sia, never scold Benjamin. Oi, uncle. Come on la, obv if I'm running arnd that damn restaurant of yours, then obv. there will be someone I'm running after. So stop being a bitch and scold Benjamin la! -'- you la. Pissed off. I hate when people don't view from another perspective and only think the person they see is the one at fault. I mean: obv I would be chasing B cause he somehow pissed me off. And he was so -'- near and you didn't drag him in to scold him? What shit sia? -'- uncle. Think you wear that nub uniform I scared off you? -'- you! So pissed off. So STOP ASKING ME TO GO TO -'-ING SHITTY MCS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: didn't got to see him at bus interchange, but I we had this VIP coming to our school, and usually the Student Councillors would have to station outside a class and 'welcome' them (what a busy life). And *drum roll* he was taking our class! Omfg! Aft. recess, Xuan Jing said that there's someone who wants to 'meet' me, then I was super gullible lo! I went to the door and LUCKILY his back was turned towards the class, so when I saw him, I was like: shit. LOL! But he looks good in the jacket :D the super bright red jacket with all those layering of outfits &lt;br /&gt;that suffocate you to death :) was so happy but yet awkward and a bit... Doubtful. I'm not sure why I felt doubtful, but I just did ;( then aft all those, it was math supp., but there was retest for common test, so had to wait half hr for it to end.&lt;br /&gt;So went to canteen to eat, then Ai Jia came along, I feel so weird with her. So angry with her, for no reason why. But then she started calling me 'charine' or however you spell it. Then I was like: enough is enough. So I said 'Wei! Ai Jia! (translate into English) enough is enough! All of us have names okay! So you call our names, not with your nicknames!' I really wanted to add: 'some people might like that, but I don't! So call me Celia!' I was so PISSED! Then aft. awhile, I saw him buying a drink and he took off his red jacket, so he's wearing the long sleeved which makes him look so... :D!!!!!!! LOL. Then I calmed down and said better head to class without realizing he was sitting behind me o.o'' all these time... &lt;br /&gt;Then aft Supp., it was Choir Pizza Party! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I placed it as 'pizza party' cause I like it xP&lt;/span&gt; then pizza arrived ~2pm, but the slices were cut until so small T-T cause I hardly ate any lunch, I ate 3pieces, but I'm full and contented :) then we had this 'choir camp slideshow' and there were all unglam photos of everybody including me xP. Then also some vids. which luckily do not have any content of me in it :D! Then aft everyone at pizza, some went home, some stayed on to watch YouTube vids. played by the seniors. One of it is SUPER gross, but others were funneh :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one hundred: 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: need to go for replacement classes today, so MRT-ed to super far and at Lakeside station, I'm not sure if it was an illusion or not, but I saw him rushing down the escalator! Woah! Super fast!!! But since it was too quick, I have no clear idea... Then tuition took super long to end (I was late for half N hour T-T). Was on the train then Kelvin called me about the chalet things, then keep cut off because of no signal!!!! The infamous thing... Grrrr!* finally, went to lib where we stopped talking and borrowed 2 comic books and went back home. Right now, I'm bored and misses him, but I'm tired, so I don't wanna talk to anybody. And ps, the him is NOT Kelvin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ANSWER: &lt;br /&gt;Just quit imagining!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4634619620659904201?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4634619620659904201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4634619620659904201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4634619620659904201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4634619620659904201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/question-imagine-you-are-in-sinking.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4414333791739588567</id><published>2010-04-11T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:18:54.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer Bob came to town with some&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; watermelons&lt;/span&gt;. He sold half of the number of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;watermelons&lt;/span&gt; plus half a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;melon &lt;/span&gt;and found that he had one whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;melon&lt;/span&gt; left. How many&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; melons&lt;/span&gt; did he take to town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, how's your day today?&lt;br /&gt;Mine was:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; nervous, exciting, hungry, awesome&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;point:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;NERVOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elaboration/explanation:&lt;/span&gt; Choir had a performance at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;THE ART HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;. *gasp*! And I was, like, almost there and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I saw the time&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;, the timing! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;must be there by 1pm&lt;/span&gt;! look at the time! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;12:55pm&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurry up train! hurry!&lt;/span&gt;" Yup. ;] &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But I reached at Raffles' before 1pm&lt;/span&gt;. Turned out &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;president&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;a bunch of others &lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;. Sighs. So we reached there late too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Long walk&lt;/span&gt; though. Then we had practice till 2.45pm or so. Then we were the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;first to perform&lt;/span&gt;, so my heart was like: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"uh oh."&lt;/span&gt; LOL. So yeah. Then we went out to the 'stage' then, it's like, the first person have to do the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;" thing, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;from right, walk down one step then move left&lt;/span&gt;, then the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; first row&lt;/span&gt;, god damn it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wouldn't move in front&lt;/span&gt;. Then some of the 2nd row stayed on top, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;only Megan and Shi Yao followed me through the "S" process&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;WTHECK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; SO NERVOUS&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;did some actions wrongly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; sang a bit wrongly... or was it the beat? I'm not sure. But I knew the actions were wrong, and I felt that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my whole face was drained white&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;whole body was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Omgosh. Then finished all the songs, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(30mins CAN?!)&lt;/span&gt; then walked backstage. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link:&lt;/span&gt; So, yeah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;That's the nervous part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;point:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXCITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elaboration/explanation:&lt;/span&gt; We went backstage then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;went to the top gallery to watch another performance &lt;/span&gt;by this Acapella Society thing. So, it's like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;a bit weird&lt;/span&gt; actually. And it 'remixed' some of the songs that I once loved into... well... weird thing. So right now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I swear that whenever I hear the original singer's song, I could puke cause I will always remember how the song was remixed.&lt;/span&gt; But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;some of the songs are REALLY nice&lt;/span&gt; :D So that's the exciting part... I guess. But I know it doesn't prove a lot though -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;point:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HUNGRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elaboration/explanation:&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;was super hungry&lt;/span&gt; aft. everything, also &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;since we have to walk to MRT station if your parents are not fetching you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So no choice&lt;/span&gt;, have to walk to MRT station ;( poor Celia... then I was super hungry, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;especially since I was determined to stand all the way to Boon Lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(which is a SUPER DUPER STUPID idea, cause I've stood since, like, 12PM?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, then I also &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;recalled my mum saying not to eat out, instead come home and eat, since there's hotpot&lt;/span&gt;. Then I went home... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;she's not at home &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;hot pot is not filled&lt;/span&gt; with cooked ingredients -.- So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I tried to hotpot some of the ingredients myself&lt;/span&gt; and eat it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;It tasted yucky&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WHAT?! THERE'S THIS??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;point:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elaboration/explanation: &lt;/span&gt;I finished most of my homework :D Except DnT, which I couldn't understand at all -.- Gonna go ask Mdm Hamidah about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link:&lt;/span&gt; OH COME ON. YOU'RE SICKENING TO WANT THIS TOO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add on, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mr. Tham said that we sound nice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; hate it when my freaking 2nd brother any how farts&lt;/span&gt;. Like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;WHATTHEFUCK?&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't he know it smells bad?&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Why can't he f.ing fart somewhere else?&lt;/span&gt; Why must it &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;always be with me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;WHAT AM I?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A FARTING STARTER????&lt;/span&gt; HUH! Next time,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; I'll definitely accuse him of all the farts I smell, whether he's with me or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; :ROAR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good news :D On Friday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Choir as per normal &lt;/span&gt;(2pm), but we're gonna have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PIZZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Can't wait xDD&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;FOOD ~ FINALLY ~ FOR FREE ~ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ANSWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three watermelons&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4414333791739588567?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4414333791739588567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4414333791739588567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4414333791739588567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4414333791739588567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/question-farmer-bob-came-to-town-with.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5652614292851617171</id><published>2010-04-10T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:46:00.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>riddles for every post :D answers at the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;From now on, every post shall come with a riddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;At the end of the post, you can see the answer, and if you've gotten it correctly... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;QUESTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king decided to let a prisoner try to escape the prison with his life. The king placed 2 marbles in a jar that was glued to a table. One of the marbles was supposed to be black, and one was supposed to be blue. If the prisoner could pick the blue marble, he would escape the prison with his life. If he picked the black marble, he would be executed. However, the king was very mean and he wickedly placed 2 black marbles in the jar and no blue marbles. The prisoner witnessed the king only putting 2 black marbles in the jars. If the jar was not see-through and that the prisoner was mute so he could not say anything, how did he escape with his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;today's boring&lt;/span&gt;. As usual. But yesterday... hoho ;D I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; standing up there and shouting those commands&lt;/span&gt; ;DD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovely.&lt;/span&gt; Then, as usual, classes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;then after school, saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; again &lt;/span&gt;;] Aww... Then went to library cause Shi Yao wanted me to go there, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; standing near one of the sections&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;! x; I've never really seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; near any sections before, but: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;. Ho-ho! Then found her, sat with her, then till around 1.45pm, I went to refill water bottle (I was at 2nd floor) and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I looked at ground floor&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh oh ;x&lt;/span&gt;! Then I quickly went for practice. WELL, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tomorrow's our real thing&lt;/span&gt;! Yep. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sunday. 11th April 2010. ;D At THE ART HOUSE. &lt;/span&gt;Not sure when to when, but I have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;reach Raffles' MRT station at 1pm&lt;/span&gt; ;] Oh well, long day tomorrow and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I still haven't memorized 3 songs&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;okay, 2&lt;/span&gt;. But, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;. x; KK, gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ANSWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prisoner grabbed one of the marbles from the jar and concealed it in his hand. He then swallowed it, and picked up the other marble and showed everyone. The marble was black, and since the other marble was swallowed, it was assumed to be the blue one. So the mean king had to set him free.&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5652614292851617171?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5652614292851617171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5652614292851617171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5652614292851617171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5652614292851617171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/riddles-for-every-post-d-answers-at-end.html' title='riddles for every post :D answers at the end'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6921463682152260322</id><published>2010-04-06T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:12:12.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6/4/10's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S7qtuFJr7hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YudwE_MOvZA/s1600/IMG_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S7qtuFJr7hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YudwE_MOvZA/s320/IMG_0219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456864905681169938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how beautiful that sunset was?&lt;br /&gt;I took it ASAP. ;D A mix of so many colours, making it have a soft feeling. :] I love how to sky always seem to make you want to guess what is happening to it. ;] It's mysterious aura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I were given a choice, to suffer alone or to let others suffer, I would rather suffer alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, let's just say I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;on MC today&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I was&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; feeling so sick in school that I had to go home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, trying to elaborate on this matter:&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;after recess &lt;/span&gt;when &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;my stomach started to hurt&lt;/span&gt;, then when it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Emaths&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;unluckily, I got a 17/25. And that's not an A1 -.-&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;suffering so badly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My head hurt, my stomach hurt, my heart seemed to be burning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;brr&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and I couldn't breathe properly.&lt;/span&gt; So since we're going through the test paper, I thought,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;after the test paper, immediately tell Mr. Sim&lt;/span&gt;. So I did. Then Hui Ling was talking to me while I approached Mr. Sim. She was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; so hyper&lt;/span&gt; lo, that girl ;] Then she all of a sudden was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Are you alright?"&lt;/span&gt; Then I tried to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;, so she helped to speak to Mr. Sim '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;on my behalf&lt;/span&gt;'. Then went to G.O., &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;called my mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;with permission &lt;/span&gt;of course!&lt;/blockquote&gt; and she said she's going to come&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; by taxi ASAP&lt;/span&gt;. But we have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;find Ms. Norita first&lt;/span&gt;, so aft. awhile of searching, Ms. Norita came, asked to call my mum to confirm, then once she confirmed, she signed this '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;DEPARTURE FORM&lt;/span&gt;'. Then said to hand to the security guard... okay -.-" then Hui Ling and Shang Wen came running down with my bags&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;:) I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then Shang Wen was taking all my bags, Hui Ling, I'm not sure why she's coming down cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;she carried nothing&lt;/span&gt;... LOL.&lt;blockquote&gt; But &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt; la :]&lt;/blockquote&gt; Then I really &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;wanted to hug them goodbye&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm worried about the Taxi metre still counting. So I was actually planning to give Hui Ling&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; a handmade ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; but I need her measurements T-T&lt;/blockquote&gt; and Shang Wen, maybe a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; "THANKS" or a handshake&lt;/span&gt;... LOL. &lt;blockquote&gt;Too bad for boys ;D&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sighs :] &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I love my friends in 1-4!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But I miss my friends in 6A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super sighs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that June holiday can quickly book a chalet, confirm number of people going, etc. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;COME ONNNN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;! We need to book chalet ASAP! And is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;anyone capable of helping me to book a chalet&lt;/span&gt;? Because they said that an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;18yr old and above&lt;/span&gt; is needed... but I don't think there's an 18yr old reading my blog. LOL. If there is:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I DON'T KNOW YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;] Such a loving day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;;3 I LOVE AND MISS YOU GUYS YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6921463682152260322?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6921463682152260322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6921463682152260322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6921463682152260322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6921463682152260322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/6410s-day.html' title='6/4/10&apos;s day'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S7qtuFJr7hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YudwE_MOvZA/s72-c/IMG_0219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-3813380801930648230</id><published>2010-04-02T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T12:37:15.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>02/04/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;a loner can &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; too. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ho-ho. I'm back :D Okay... well, it's not like, I left or anything. But, here I am, posting again! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms. Ong is getting pretty pissed off. &lt;/span&gt;;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, on Wednesday, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;PROPS leader&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;not around&lt;/span&gt;, then that&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Sean Leong&lt;/span&gt; hardly even done anything as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;co-leader&lt;/span&gt;, so it's like, I'm just going around to ask for materials. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Or also known as... I'm just forever going to Miss Ong for materials.&lt;/span&gt; I can definitely see that she's pissed because&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; hardly any f.ing idiotic boys brought anything&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; did&lt;/span&gt;. But most of the boys just&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; laughed their f.ing heads off &lt;/span&gt;because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;no f.ing reason&lt;/span&gt;. And you just have to keep telling them to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shut the f. up&lt;/span&gt;. But they keep on doing that. &lt;blockquote&gt;I swear that one day, their heads will be so loose that I will be plucking it off and cut away all those parts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(e.g. the ears, mouth, eyes, hair) &lt;/span&gt;and throwing them away at different rubbish bins which will go to different parts of the world. Then, I'll keep their heads as specimens. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ROARRR!!!&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then we did the &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;AXE&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;. Sighs. Then like that lo... Thursday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; is done, but the f.ing &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;AXE &lt;/span&gt;isn't -.- Stupid idiots. How can an axe &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;take so f.ing long???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Then Thursday aft. school have to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; stay back&lt;/span&gt; to hand up Chinese homework cause it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;due by that day&lt;/span&gt;, so I quickly do, pass up then&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; followed a few girls to this PBL room above the Hall&lt;/span&gt;. Then 1-4 was rehearsing there. For the English Drama thing. Yeah... then it's around &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;3.40pm&lt;/span&gt;, Hui Sen SMS me&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; if I'm going for tutoring&lt;/span&gt;. Then I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;frantic&lt;/span&gt; sia! I just quickly &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;took back my script from Darrell&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;quickly rushed off&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; but I still went late -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my student isn't there, instead I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; gained another student that's mine &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I didn't know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;cause I didn't go last week&lt;/blockquote&gt; and then there's this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; student which isn't mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; it's this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gary &lt;/span&gt;guy from Jurong too&lt;/blockquote&gt;Foundation, merged. Sighs! Then quickly taught for awhile, then Gary came and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;whisked his student away&lt;/span&gt;, in the meanwhile also teaching him Chinese. Like seriously sia. It's like, his student practically &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;misused&lt;/span&gt; those phrases taught to him. -.-" !&lt;br /&gt;Then... aft. that, end le, then Hui Sen and I was walking out the gate, talking about 6A class outing and committee, then Mr. Nadzri ask us to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; stop!!!&lt;/span&gt; and asked us if we could act a small scene, as "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;irritating Alumni members&lt;/span&gt;". LOOL! Then we just went to G.O. and there's our scene. Then we acted, I actually felt stupid sia. Then Hui Sen was almost LOL-ing sia! I tried to keep a straight face lo, then it's like, the end of our scene was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;the funniest&lt;/span&gt;, Mrs. Woon practically went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'mad'&lt;/span&gt;. She threw her papers up and made her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hair messy&lt;/span&gt;. x; It's actually for&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; NON-TEACHING STAFF day&lt;/span&gt;, the video :DD Then we stayed back till it ended, then we got to watch it! Ho-ho!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; V. funny ;DD &lt;/span&gt;Then we went home ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-3813380801930648230?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3813380801930648230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=3813380801930648230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3813380801930648230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3813380801930648230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/020410.html' title='02/04/10'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-7441788625950924860</id><published>2010-03-30T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:33:28.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30/3/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; 30 divide by 3 equals to 10 &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had an emotional roller coaster ride. It took me about 3000m above the ground then back down to around 1500m before shooting me off to 2599m and landing me smoothly at the station.&lt;br /&gt;3000m was during recess, so I went to put my DNT things in class, then I saw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;. Yep :) It was heading to the toilet ;x&lt;br /&gt;then after recess, it was Media Lit., we went to computer lab 1 and I saw it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;! It was sitting in class and then its head turned when our class stopped in front of the lab. ;x! Super blushy moments. Hoho! Then aft that the rest of the time it was pretty normal, so I went back to 1500m. Then aft school, I ate lunch in school and decided to go off, then Hui Ling 'begged' me to go with her to the JE/JP library to study/read books, and I practically need to battle my way out of school cause she was tugging at my bag (sorry bag... D;) so when I stepped outside, I told her why not go to JP's so she was like: okay! Then I waited for her to go take her bag which practically took her 5 mins (and my level was heading up to maybe 2000m?) then I received a call from her and she says she can't go anymore, so that's when I knew I hit 2599m. It was preposterous! First she keeps on hurting my bag to go to the library, now she says she can't?!?! And that's because I practically missed a bus because of waiting for her, so once she asked me 'where are you?' I shouted back 'i just missed one frigging bus cause of waiting!' and just hung up. Seriously. I am pissed off. Then she called again when I'm at the bus stop, but I didn't take it, put it under 'miss call'. Then after awhile of talking to Brittany there, hui ling, Qing en and Li Xuan came to the bus stop. Then HL was like 'we're going to the library!' and I snapped back at her 'dont force yourself!' Then HL keep saying sorry to me but QE finally stopped her and asked her if she wants to stay or leave or whatever. Then HL confronted me again. Then I decided. Might as well. One last chance. So I said 'i'm staying until 3.30pm' and she was still 'huh?' then I repeated and she got the point. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Then we bused to JP then go lib. But we played the playground there before going in :) my mood went to 500m. Then we went to JP to window shop and ended up eating ice cream at mcdonalds. Hoho! I ate 2 cones ;x a bit hungreh! Then we talked like mad, then my mood went for a stop at the station, I got off of the ride and went home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-7441788625950924860?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7441788625950924860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=7441788625950924860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7441788625950924860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7441788625950924860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/30310.html' title='30/3/10'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5014858249540466076</id><published>2010-03-27T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:08:15.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27/3/10 choir performance ~ !</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's a mixture of nervousness and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ho-ho! Today, Choir had a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; performance&lt;/span&gt;: Speech Day! ;DD We sang "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Celebration of Life&lt;/span&gt;". Ho-ho! Then in the morning, after flag raising, requested to leave for Panel Room with Shi Yao, then went off. Aft. that, at Panel Room, we had some warm-ups then had a break, those never eat breakfast &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;go eat biscuit/bread&lt;/span&gt; provided. Then I was one of those people who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;did not eat breakfast&lt;/span&gt; ;DD Then back to warming up/singing the song. Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yi Hong whitened my shoe&lt;/span&gt;. My very&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; black, black,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; shoe :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;TQVM&lt;/span&gt;, Yi Hong! Ho-ho! Then it was time to move to the hall. So went to first floor then back up to second floor using the back stairs. ;DD &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i didn't even know there's a back stairs. x;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then aft. Modern Dance,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; it's our turn&lt;/span&gt;! Woah! My glasses went a bit &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;misty&lt;/span&gt;. ;x Then I saw the crowd. PHEW! So many &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Jurong-iians&lt;/span&gt;, a few parents and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V.I.P.s &lt;/span&gt;in the front row. The guest of honor was this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Minister of Education&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;don't even know&lt;/span&gt; who he is -.-!&lt;/blockquote&gt;So then just started and ended the performance. I seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;" the last part. Where the whole choir just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;snapped shut and became serious&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;*GASP*! THAT'S SO &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt; ~~~ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then "Celebration of Life" totally made me happy even though I sung some parts &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;wrongly&lt;/span&gt; x; I could totally feel the music in me x;&lt;br /&gt;Then was about to go back Panel Room, Ms. Teo say need to sing School Song, so go back up again, turned out: school song sang finish le -.-" so waited awhile as teachers leave, then we leave. ho-ho!&lt;br /&gt;Then in a v. crowded bus, went to JP. ;] Went around looking for Jap. food and finally found a stall! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;Then bus back home. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PHEW&lt;/span&gt;! In &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;10mins finished it&lt;/span&gt;. LOOOL! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;SO HUNGREHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5014858249540466076?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5014858249540466076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5014858249540466076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5014858249540466076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5014858249540466076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/27310-choir-performance.html' title='27/3/10 choir performance ~ !'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5527619259041667619</id><published>2010-03-23T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:41:13.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/3/10 my day ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i wish that you will one day return me my heart, but whenever i saw you, i wish you would never do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am feeling... half good, half bad.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from the beginning of this day ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;It was DnT for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2 hours &lt;/span&gt;till recess, so we were at the DnT Workshop. Then we were doing this, doing that. Then it came to Isometric Drawing... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;drawing ellipse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt; Or whatever it's called x; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I totally took like, one hour to finally finish something &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'so simple'&lt;/span&gt; ! And the paper was seriously ruined and tattered looking&lt;blockquote&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sorry paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Then it was already end of class ;( So I was seriously exasperated. Or however I'm going to describe it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Then when the class ended, I slowly made my way out, then my teacher stopped me and said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celia, you can actually improve on your rubbish bin.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;blockquote&gt;oh... did I not mention? We have this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Go Green Product &lt;/span&gt;we have to make, so I did rubbish bin... but half of the class did rubbish bin -.-&lt;/blockquote&gt; then she stopped like she was thinking, then she carried on "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celia, I know you can do better! You're good in designing&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously, seriously, seriously good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt; HOHO! So, I'm a bit wondering what I should do. That means that I have to redo most of the drawing, planning, things. ;( &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT SHOULD I F.ING DO????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-ho ;DD&lt;br /&gt;Then... recess. Then Media Lit. Sighs. Again, my group didn't do anything -.-&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt; So went to computer lab then our group was one of the groups who&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; finished early&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously good! ;DD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HO-HO ! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;After that is science. ;) Then I seriously didn't know there's presentation sia!&lt;blockquote&gt; *GASP*!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt; But luckily my group already done le. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All prepared&lt;/span&gt; xDD! So, then we assign which slide who do. Then I was so hyped and ready to present ! HO-HO! Then we were the fourth group to present&lt;blockquote&gt; T-T&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; SIANNNN &lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/blockquote&gt;So because second and third presenting groups are not ready/never bring/never prepare, so skip to our turn!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMGGG!!! SO EXCITED !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So we just read from our 'script' then slide 4,5,6 we have to read from the screen, and seriously, I didn't even put anything in except suggest the experiment -.- Sian lo.&lt;blockquote&gt; ;x &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;sorry group!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but the info was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;seriously interesting&lt;/span&gt; o.o"&lt;br /&gt;LOOOL ! whatever x;&lt;br /&gt;then experiment time! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;my experiment&lt;/span&gt;! LOOOL !&lt;br /&gt;Then we turned off the fans, closed the windows. Then we stayed there for 2 minutes. Then we asked for their feelings right now. Then they're all v. like... not sure how to say. Like a bit restless. LOOL ! But we just quickly sped by the experiment. And it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;stuffy like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; x; Then we went to QnA ! Ha-ha! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;EEEEPPPPSSSS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;. forgot to prepare gift for Jing Sean and Benjamin... and maybe Brittany (for ! OMG ! Guess I have to prepare some random gift I can find in my room now x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then we can only choose 2 Qs ;(&lt;br /&gt;But v. good! Got people listening! Ha-ha! Can get it correct!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; SO AWESOME MAN &lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously good part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ho-ho! Then it was Eliterature. Sighs! I a bit dislike it. Not sure why. But once the teacher entered with her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; same&lt;/span&gt; turtleneck shirt, jeans/tights, long necklaces, scarf, tall high-heels, (i think this is pretty normal) a thing wrapped on her head, &lt;blockquote&gt;Seriously. She needs a change. It's too common ~.~&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a different feeling ;DD KK la, don't wanna crap anymore !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5527619259041667619?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5527619259041667619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5527619259041667619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5527619259041667619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5527619259041667619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-that-you-will-one-day-return-me.html' title='23/3/10 my day ;D'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-1646691319899214998</id><published>2010-03-22T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:20:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM PHOTOS for anything</title><content type='html'>Okay. This post is more about photos ~  &lt;blockquote&gt;yes ! finally knew how to upload photos onto my computer !&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; FINALLY !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;But most of them are just so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;random photos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;which i took&lt;/span&gt;, fyi. and all those&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; little quote-y things&lt;/span&gt; to help you&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; remember&lt;/span&gt; what the photo meant.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't went to school today ;x &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;                &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLp0St4tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cRw12ro52bE/s1600-h/IMG_0100%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_0100" alt="IMG_0100" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLqbkLFpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rlN76d70LOY/IMG_0100_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="244" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLrATU5bI/AAAAAAAAAME/cZzYrQqoT44/s1600-h/IMG_0101%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_0101" alt="IMG_0101" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLrnEkA0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Py2dkbQw52M/IMG_0101_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="244" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLsItwBYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xqdNDDNT5H4/s1600-h/IMG_0103%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_0103" alt="IMG_0103" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLslUFPHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zge0zbQdH9s/IMG_0103_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="244" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLta9foJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y9VBEy_8m44/s1600-h/IMG_0105%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_0105" alt="IMG_0105" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLtwBpMBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/43Xv30z0v78/IMG_0105_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="184" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;These photos were taken when I was out at &lt;span style="color:#0080ff;"&gt;Jurong Point’s Fair Price Xtra&lt;/span&gt; with Tiffany. We actually met up to go to the Library. Then I decided to follow them on their ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;voyage&lt;/span&gt;’ to the supermarket. Haha! The &lt;span style="color:#80ffff;"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt; (totally fake) were just like, random. Cause we didn’t really have anything to do. Then the crab… LOOOL ! We went there and we saw the &lt;span style="color:#8000ff;"&gt;crab’s mouth bubbling&lt;/span&gt; (so totally scary) and so we decided to take a photo of it. To remember it… &lt;em&gt;sighs&lt;/em&gt;. LOOOL !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;               &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLuV7LY6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/gZPGwUMoGnE/s1600-h/IMG_0173%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_0173" alt="IMG_0173" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLvDxPC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/jO33rqNUEUs/IMG_0173_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="244" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is &lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;Cedric&lt;/span&gt;! The teddy bear I bought as a souvenir from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;insert country name here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! :DD&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;                &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLvoyHkzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DhIKuh9M6xo/s1600-h/IMG_0110%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_0110" alt="IMG_0110" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLwKihj5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BI1A2yWRXD4/IMG_0110_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="244" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the project for Chemistry. Uhh… we were learning about molecules.&lt;span style="color:#0080c0;"&gt; Solid, liquid and gas molecules&lt;/span&gt;. So we went to the PBL Room and each group was given a packet of &lt;span style="color:#80ff00;"&gt;Marshmellows, toothpicks and this paper&lt;/span&gt; to not dirty the table. Then &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;solid molecule model&lt;/span&gt; ^^ In the end, &lt;span style="color:#800040;"&gt;we all ate it&lt;/span&gt;. And yes, we were given permission to take a photo of it ;DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;                &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLwwuM7tI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ywypksworgk/s1600-h/IMG_0201%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_0201" alt="IMG_0201" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLxrbz8wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ERkmHaTVcoY/IMG_0201_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="244" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLyCzbtHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PRfkfcZa_BQ/s1600-h/IMG_0202%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_0202" alt="IMG_0202" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLyzOnRZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/j2BbqJ-rcJg/IMG_0202_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="184" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLzoti6rI/AAAAAAAAANA/kvuSPhr0hrw/s1600-h/IMG_0203%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_0203" alt="IMG_0203" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cL0OiW4xI/AAAAAAAAANE/HYembhUHeP4/IMG_0203_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="244" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;HOHO! The &lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;Minnie/Mickey mix mouse over &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; is this bobble head thingy&lt;/span&gt;, then it needs &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sunlight &lt;/span&gt;to bob it’s head! Hoho! ;DD That’s the prize I got for getting “&lt;span style="color:#0080c0;"&gt;best camper&lt;/span&gt;”. xDD The “&lt;span style="color:#008040;"&gt;FELIX THE CAT&lt;/span&gt;” name tag! WOOT! That was awesome lorh ! But the name tag was seriously made out of rush and everything else… so… yeah x; THEN! That last one! &lt;span style="color:#0000a0;"&gt;It has a mix of everything&lt;/span&gt;. Uhh… from the top, if you see carefully, it’s my &lt;span style="color:#8000ff;"&gt;connectable glow stick&lt;/span&gt; thingy. It’s hung on the magnet which is sticking my &lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;Alumni Maths LAUGH details&lt;/span&gt; to my board. Then below, it’s the &lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;camp cheer list&lt;/span&gt;! ;DD ! &lt;em&gt;that’s the last page&lt;/em&gt;. Then hanging from the magnet is &lt;span style="color:#008040;"&gt;my name tag&lt;/span&gt;! ;DD ! Below it is… my &lt;span style="color:#ff8040;"&gt;Term 2 timetable&lt;/span&gt; T-T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;                &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cL0ubBv1I/AAAAAAAAANI/C3F_aL3PMk4/s1600-h/IMG_0200%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_0200" alt="IMG_0200" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cL1Cczc8I/AAAAAAAAANM/eGTgockSB78/IMG_0200_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="184" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;THIS ONE ! HO-HO ! &lt;span style="color:#0080ff;"&gt;THIS IS SUPER DUPER RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;! It’s like, today, mum brought me to see doctor, then went to eat, then because she bought fruits first and the line to our food was&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt; super duper long&lt;/span&gt;, then&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt; totally out of randomness&lt;/span&gt;, I just started to stick all the open ice-cubes onto the stick. xP! So if you can see it properly, there are&lt;span style="color:#8080c0;"&gt; 9 ice-cubes&lt;/span&gt; stuck to it! ;DD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT YOU’VE JUST LEARNT FROM MY POST: &lt;/strong&gt;One is able to stick 9 ice-cubes to a stick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;LOOOOL ! Hope you liked it ;DD WOOOOOT ! MEMORIES !!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt;if you can’t see any of the pictures clearly, must tell me oh&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;LOVED; me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-1646691319899214998?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1646691319899214998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=1646691319899214998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1646691319899214998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1646691319899214998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-photos-for-anything.html' title='RANDOM PHOTOS for anything'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S6cLqbkLFpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rlN76d70LOY/s72-c/IMG_0100_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-9050313910133998146</id><published>2010-03-21T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:43:33.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Camp Day 2</title><content type='html'>Yeahh~ Day 2. Woke up at 6.45am -.- Sian lo. No one wake me up sia! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then quickly get ready. Then 7.25am go outside, then Septimo say go level one wait for whistle. Turned out whistle was pretty near. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Then my feet was hurting like crazy and my waist too. And my whole body is filled with cramps&lt;/span&gt;. Sheesh... Then we have to align again, then have to do stretching. Then we have to run. I run halfway, the instructor/president ask if anyone feeling sick. I raised up my hand. Then I was sent back lo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;My waist... sheesh... cramps... omg... urghh&lt;/span&gt;! Then I rested. Then they say go Canteen rest. Then there's already a few girls there resting. So rest with them... LOOL. Then breakfast. Milo and bread &lt;blockquote&gt;Jam or Nutella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then have to slowly walk to Panel Room. Sat outside Panel Room cause the girls said it might be too cold inside. And since it's raining, it's not that hot. Quite cold also. But whatever. Then after around 10.15am? Went back to Canteen again. The 'medics'/'Red Cross' was there, put some sort of medicine rub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;the daily routine. LOOL. canteen, panel room, canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They were preparing for the next activity. Then &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FELIX THE CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;came out &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; for the activity! WOOTS! ;DDD then have to report. then the seniors there (like, JC/Poly Choir members. Graduated le) asked if anyone is feeling okay to report. Then instructor/president ask if anyone can report again. Then ask names. Then called my name and asked me. Then I slowly gotten up with "this girl" and another girl from another group. &lt;blockquote&gt;I don't feel like naming people now&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then went to report. I was seriously weak sia. My legs almost gave way. I was like, trembling sia. Then fall out after reporting and after awhile more, put a bit more of the rub. Then they say must go bunk. Then went back to bunk. Then me and this other girl was sitting there lo. At the back. We couldn't really help much, but I offered a piece of rag for anyone cleaning anything. Then they reported. Then&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; lalalaa&lt;/span&gt;, like this. Whatever. Then lunch. Went to canteen. Ate. At least this time the chili was in a packet. Then quickly eat finish, felt that I've got more energy.&lt;blockquote&gt;sighs... so all these time all i needed was&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then quickly have to think of item for Talentime. We stuck with 'LOVE STORY' by Taylor Swift and just danced to it. Whatever la, more details &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next time&lt;/span&gt; if I want to. Then there's this "PROJECT RUNWAY" thing la. Then have to dress up a person. But she looks so fab. Ho-ho! ;DD Then quickly finish both items. Then quickly have to go back bunk take stuff. I can't run, so I tried to walk quickly. Then walk quickly back to Panel Room. Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;PRIZE GIVING&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FELIX THE CAT&lt;/span&gt; has 2 prizes!&lt;br /&gt;1. The PROJECT RUNWAY&lt;br /&gt;2. The RACE early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Then I myself has an individual prize ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BEST CAMPER FOR SECONDARY ONE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YAYYYYY ~ !  LOOL. Up till now still havent open up prize. But whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then I quickly aft. the loud whistle representing break camp, I tried to quickly walk out of the school, even run for the stupid bus -.- But I managed ;DD&lt;br /&gt;KK. Got to sleep. 11:43pm le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-9050313910133998146?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9050313910133998146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=9050313910133998146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/9050313910133998146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/9050313910133998146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/choir-camp-day-2.html' title='Choir Camp Day 2'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8054974786797639767</id><published>2010-03-21T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:25:00.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Camp Day 1 (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;continued right here, right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have to prepare a mass dance for campfire. WOOT! Then not sure what time, went to the carpark, there's benches and there's this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; un-lit campfire there. Then the table stage was also set-up by Explorer's. Then I get to sit front row! YES!!!! Then after awhile, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HYPERNESS OF CHOIR STARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I seriously want to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; scream out loud&lt;/span&gt; right now as I relive this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;All of the Choir members totally cheered to the Campfire cheer. haha! While the Explorers and Art Club was totally a standstill! LOOL. They hardly even cheered as loud as we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girls+2boys&lt;/span&gt; could cheer sia! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We're about the size of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; sia!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ONLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHA! CHOIR ROCKS! in hyperness. ;x then we cheered more and more, then finally! Can light the campfire!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;YESSSS&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! Then all the teachers-in-charge went in front and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;LIT THE CAMPFIRE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then Explorers did their skit. A bit unorganized thou. ;( Then Art Club did their skit. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AUNTIE LUCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; OMGGGG !!!! LOOOOOL!!!!! A guy went up and acted like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AUNTIE LUCY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; But of course, the original Auntie Lucy rock more xDD WOOT! Then the skit was a bit funny la. But a bit more better ;D THEN: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHOIIIRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* WILD SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;sorry for all of the exclamation marks. I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then we danced to "BABY" by Justin Bieber. HOHO! It was fun la ;D because we were all so totally unorganised. LOOOL. Like seriously sia! But whatever la. At least we all had fun. Hohos x;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Choir instructors said they also want to perform sia! Then let them perform. Theirs is more organised compared to ours x; Whoopsies. Hehe! Then finish camp fire, go back Panel Room. Then have night walk. Not fun lo. We were practically blind-folded sia. Then they smear things on us, grab our legs, tickle us, make us release from our group mates. Seriously. If there's another night walk, I'd better find an excuse to miss it. ho-ho! x; Whatever la, then quickly bath, quickly have supper, then quickly get ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8054974786797639767?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8054974786797639767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8054974786797639767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8054974786797639767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8054974786797639767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/choir-camp-day-1-part-2.html' title='Choir Camp Day 1 (part 2)'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-1358826031402953286</id><published>2010-03-21T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:10:43.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Camp Day 1 (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Okay, this is super late posting. I'm gonna post about my Choir camp! (HERE WE GO AGAIN!) So as for orientation, it's gonna be separated by each post, each day.&lt;br /&gt;(START ALL OVER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to wake up at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;am and chiong to school by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;am. Then collected mug and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hangar/hanger.&lt;/span&gt; Then aft. awhile, more settling, then realized that NPCC and Explorer's also have their camp &lt;blockquote&gt;But poor Explorers... they break camp at like, 9-10pm sia! If it's me, I would cry to death. LOL. So late sia! By the time I get back, so late le. And even worse is when there's no public transport -.- But not that deadly la, for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then align ourselves, then listen for whistle. Whistle turned out to be near the canteen &lt;blockquote&gt;The place where during camp, we played the connect the half tubes and let the marble pass through formation game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then align ourselves again. Then scolded a bit by instructors and co-president and president of Choir... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; what they were scolding about. Dots. Then check bag, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;take away a few things which should be left unspoken&lt;/span&gt;. x; Then ran to bunk. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUNK 2&lt;/span&gt;. At class &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1-2&lt;/span&gt;. I don't believe it sia!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; The class was actually prepared for us.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, I'm not sure if we're the only class which has the tables and chairs and files/etc. placed aside, but I was so surprised, cause we're supposed to put the tables and chairs to the back, the files/etc. to a side. Woah. So cool! Then quickly got out things, ran to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Panel Room&lt;/span&gt; then about... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4 hours &lt;/span&gt;of Choir practice. &lt;blockquote&gt;Super duper tired lo! Seriously. I can't stand standing for so long. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then have lunch... I think so. Whatever la. Then lunch was... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;with chili&lt;/span&gt;. -.- Then it's like, v. weird. Then it's like, within my group &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FELIX THE CAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was the only one with different fillings. But it's like, same lo. Then this girl in my group was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"WOAH. EH, CELIA DIFFERENT FROM US SIA! SO UNFAIR LO!"&lt;/span&gt; I was almost trying to say&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; "Shut the fuck up. It's just different. Besides, I'm not the only one that's different. So please, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND EAT."&lt;/span&gt; LOOL ! Then someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; in my group said &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Woah! Some even got chicken wing sia!"&lt;/span&gt; Then "this girl" went and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"WHAT? SO GOOD!!! CHICKEN WING!!!"&lt;/span&gt; Like wtfuck sia. You yourself &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;can't even fucking eat chicken wing&lt;/span&gt; and you still talked like a retard -.- Then aft. that, walked back to Panel Room.&lt;br /&gt;Then we did some random stuff before they finally say we're gonna play&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; "AMAZING RACE"&lt;/span&gt;. Oh great. Then Group 3 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FELIX THE CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Started at Station 3. Then the clue was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;frigging weird&lt;/span&gt; lo! It's like: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What do you see when you look out of class 3-5&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think&lt;/span&gt;. But it ended up to be the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt; 3-5 classroom -.- Sheesh. Then because we're looking for it so frantically, we just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;used up our helpline&lt;/span&gt; ;( THEN!&lt;blockquote&gt;totally unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; again! And "this girl" was actually talking to it about the clue. Asking it if it knows where it is...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; omgosh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;sighs *totally dreamy look*&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; LOOOOL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then we finally found it. Then we played 5 stones. Each person must participate. Ho-ho! ;D Then quickly looked for Station 4. It was at...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; the canteen&lt;/span&gt;. If I'm not wrong. Then ran there, must do &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;mambo&lt;/span&gt;. LOOOOL ! Then we passed la, then went for Station 5. Which is at... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;outside the panel room&lt;/span&gt;. We have to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; pick up 3 sticks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;without moving the other sticks&lt;/span&gt;. Then ran to Station 1. Already so tired. Some more is at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Level 4&lt;/span&gt; -.- Then all of a sudden realised that Arina was missing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;. LOOL. Then asked instructors if they have seen her. Then they advised us to continue with the other stations &lt;blockquote&gt;we &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;found out the reason &lt;/span&gt;why they asked to continue. sighs. v. tricky, those instructors. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So Station 1, we have to play &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TWISTER&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a bit new to it. But I've seen people playing it ;D Then I was so F.ing unlucky! LOOL ! First move: the hand -.- SHEESH. But when I turned out to be the last person haven't reach right, the instructors there '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;felt bad&lt;/span&gt;' and helped me. ;DD &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TQVM!&lt;/span&gt; HOHO ! Then station 2. Ran to first floor &lt;blockquote&gt;SERIOUSLY SIA. Run up, run down. Run left, run right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;URGHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Then 3 of us have to be blindfolded while "this girl" lead us out of the dark room. Hahas. Quite 'fun' la. But an instructor said I screamed... but I don't remember doing that though. Other than shout saying "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OIII!&lt;/span&gt;" LOOL.&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I can't scream, fyi.&lt;/span&gt; V. weird. Don't know why.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then finished, quickly finished Station 6, which is at the back of the canteen. Then must guess which shoe belongs to Arina. Then found her, quickly ran to Panel Room again. Sighs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4th place&lt;/span&gt;.  x; then... yeah. Then I forgot what happened... but we went to eat Dinner.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Which ALSO HAS CHILI&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! Sheesh. Then it was... I can't remember. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-1358826031402953286?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1358826031402953286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=1358826031402953286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1358826031402953286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1358826031402953286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/choir-camp-day-1-part-1.html' title='Choir Camp Day 1 (part 1)'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5802611439300955113</id><published>2010-03-13T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T16:08:18.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY TWO</title><content type='html'>Then woke up about 6am, asked someone to teach/help me to roll my sleeping bag. &lt;blockquote&gt;SIAN. My sleeping back is F.ing thick! Hardly could stuff it into the sleeping bag pouch thingy. -.- SICKENING! But in the end just stuffed it in lo ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;then went to class, &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;about 15mins&lt;/font&gt; go &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;change and brush teeth, etc&lt;/font&gt;. then came back and waited for others. it was about 6.45am when we left for the parade square, whereas all the other classes has already reached &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;URGHHHHHH!&lt;/blockquote&gt; Then we had to sing the school song for about 3~4 times because the teacher says we're too soft -.- wtfuck. &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/font&gt;. then we had morning exercise... oh shit. LOL. firstly, we stretched, then we had to do 20 push-ups -.-&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I would rather run than do push-ups&lt;/font&gt;. Totally swear. Cross my heart. Whatever.&lt;/blockquote&gt; I was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; sweating like crazy&lt;/span&gt; once we're done... omgosh. then went to eat after a cheer! ;) but the food has chili -.-&lt;blockquote&gt; I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; chili. I probably could take KFC's chili, but that chili was like, belacan or other types... yeah, it was pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt; So I finished a bit before dumping it. Then drank my Soya Bean Milk &lt;blockquote&gt;Celia &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; soya bean with or without milk ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hoho, then went to Hall. I can't really remember what happened, but I believe we did some practice cheers within classes, then we each class has to construct 2 roller coasters made out of: vanguard sheet, tape, newspaper. Yeah. -.- so we're planning to do a slope kind of thing, but EVEN number is doing it too. So we have to adjust the look/design of it. Then in the end, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jia Jun totally took over&lt;/span&gt;. He just did it, like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;selfish bastard&lt;/span&gt;. He didn't even tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; what he was doing and whether others like it or not, he just snatches the vanguard like it's his and just starts to tear it into half. Selfish idiot -.- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;. then we demanded explanation, then he explained, then we quickly got to work, I tried to spread the work load over the members. Then it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;pure sickening&lt;/span&gt;. I was waving a full vanguard, hoping someone would tear it into half, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just tear it into half&lt;/span&gt; and it took them, like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;20 seconds to act&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;Like I was speaking in another language, sheesh. I know, I'm from Gweekziies. But I speak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then gradually, everyone was totally lifeless. No one wanted to do anything, Jia Jun practically threw his 'left-overs' to us to handle with it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Fucktard&lt;/span&gt;. Then we just have to quickly do it lo, ASAP! I was practically grabbing all of the things I need frantically. But whatever, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Brittany at least got the roller coaster a bit more stable&lt;/span&gt;, then did here and there more... yeah. Then our time was up, so we have to hand-in our roller coasters... then waited awhile, did some cheers. Then results was out, as usual:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; 1-4 wasn't in any of the tops.&lt;/span&gt; :) Then we had a cheering competition. Cheered like crazy, came out, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;we also didn't do as good&lt;/span&gt;. :) WHATEVER! Then prize giving after doing 'chores', 1-4 odd number have to pack the classroom/ make it more tidier. Then quickly went to bus stop to wait for bus, saw Hui Ling, Li Xuan and Shu Ya heading to McD's. So just joined them, cause my legs and brain commanded me to do so. :) Then ate, ate, ate, went home after that. :) So here I am. Took about 1hour to type out 2 days ^^ &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PRO HUH???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me (the end)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5802611439300955113?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5802611439300955113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5802611439300955113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5802611439300955113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5802611439300955113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-two.html' title='DAY TWO'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2700134608448952542</id><published>2010-03-13T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:59:17.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY ONE (part 2)</title><content type='html'>... totally continued here&lt;br /&gt;then did a bit more other things then finally started eating: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fried rice, 2 sotong/fish balls and a chicken wing&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;blockquote&gt; Quite nice I guess... just a bit too less. Cause vegetarians totally get a lot more! If I knew what vegetarians were eating, I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; go take vegetarian food than non-vegetarian food -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; So we ate, blah blah blah then finally can bath! so quickly girls 1-1 to 1-4 can quickly go take their bathing equipments. Then quickly rush to the showers!!! Then Septimo &lt;blockquote&gt;as a councillor and as a Choir senior of mine &lt;/blockquote&gt;said we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;THREE MINUTES &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to bath. I was seriously shocked sia! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three minutes&lt;/span&gt;, what the fuck can you do in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three minutes&lt;/span&gt;??? Just changing your clothes totally take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... well, for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then I even have to share with this "Yi Fan" girl from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1-2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;if I'm not wrong. Seriously. I hardly even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; her -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Anyway, I quickly washed my hair and body with water+shampoo and quickly dried off, etc.&lt;blockquote&gt;some of my classmates told me they didn't even have enough time to wash anything. so proud of myself! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then headed out, the shower room was super duper misty and stuffy, so I decided, might as well go outside to comb my hair. Then when I stepped into the canteen,&lt;blockquote&gt;yes, sadly, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;shower room&lt;/span&gt; is near&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; the canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I saw... well, I won't tell you guys. then the thing I saw had a feeling which made me had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;very bad impression&lt;/span&gt; of that thing. ): then after a few minutes or so, we were told to go up to the Hall. So just went up. Then saw that thing on the stage. sighs. It cracked jokes :) It was so F.ing funny okay? It totally asked if anyone has a BF/is single. Haha! It even wants to know who likes to be the (fill it in yourself) of it. &lt;blockquote&gt;I totally wanted to go up and I said I wanted to be the (fill it in yourself) of it... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CELIA, WAKE UP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Anyway, like this lo, then it cracked more jokes, saying that it is definitely better than any others in this room &lt;blockquote&gt;that's not my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;haha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah right&lt;/span&gt;. x; then finally: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BONDING NIGHT&lt;/span&gt; started! "I gotta feeling" was played and the lights of the hall was practically turned off and everyone was singing to the song! Haha!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; a good night. &lt;/span&gt;:) Then the MCs came up and it got down. The MCs were wearing paper made "spectacles"/"sunglasses" haha. SO CHIO! SO SHUAI! ;0 *LOUD WHISTLE!* x; then did some cheers here and there. &lt;blockquote&gt;even though i might have sore throat, i &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt; cheering till the end of the camp :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;then what was awesome was this "Project Runway" thing. where the councillors have already made costumes and 13 people in the class is to volunteer themselves. &lt;blockquote&gt;And I didn't know why, I volunteered myself involuntarily. LOL. &lt;/blockquote&gt;So we were the SUPER JUNIORS! Though there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of girls -.- Haha ~ We wore black plastic bags drawn like a suit. ;) Then we practiced the SORRY dance. HOHO! See, now I can dance a bit to SORRY :) Woots! Then after awhile, had to gather backstage with other classes' models. There's Superman, Superwoman, Wonder woman&lt;blockquote&gt;Wait, I can only confirm there's Superwoman x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Lady Gaga, Powerpuff Girls, Power Rangers, Teletubbies, Michael Jackson, etc. I can't remember. HOHO! Then our turn came! I thought the song was gonna come out, but it didn't, so every 13 of us &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;stupidly stood&lt;/span&gt; there, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;none of us wanted to dance&lt;/span&gt;. So I just quickly danced out the steps to the song Beat It by Michael Jackson &lt;blockquote&gt;this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;also totally involuntarily&lt;/span&gt;. but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;we can't leave our audience without any show, right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;then quickly went back stage and quickly went off stage ;x then after a few more cheers, we went back to class &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; and they only ordered us to take our: water bottles and sleeping bag. was totally shocked. WHAT ABOUT BRUSHING OUR TEETH??? It's pure grossness sia! -.- Anyway, we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; sleeping in the hall, then have to sleep as a class. &lt;blockquote&gt;i was seriously scared that i will snore too loud/ roll over and over and crush people/ cough a lot of times. number 3 came, but the rest... not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;yeah. then it was practically like sleeping on the floor instead of on the sleeping bag -.- SHEESH ~ next day, next post, sorreh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2700134608448952542?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2700134608448952542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2700134608448952542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2700134608448952542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2700134608448952542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one-part-2.html' title='DAY ONE (part 2)'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-1922154569180339428</id><published>2010-03-13T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:30:57.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY ONE (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;YAY! LONG POST!!! *so excited to type out long post*&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LONG POSTS! To get ALL of you to SLEEP ~ ;)&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, this superb long post is dedicated to JURONG'S SECONDARY ONE ORIENTATION CAMP. Yeah, orientation. Superb long time ago, BUT WHO CARES???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. The days would be separated for not so easy use. TQVM !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(and if needed, the days might be separated into parts :) for even not so easy use)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt;: Had Chinese and Art for first two periods&lt;blockquote&gt; total sian-ness&lt;/blockquote&gt; then recess, then finally went to have this police talk. The talk a bit serious, a bit funny. &lt;blockquote&gt;But the serious part seriously freaks me out. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Then went for lunch, met back at Hall at around 1.25pm~ with heavy bags, then was filled with chairs cause of Parents Meeting Session today at night &lt;blockquote&gt;*gasps*&lt;/blockquote&gt;, so have to move to Parade Square. Then a few minutes later, a siren sounds, signaling that lightning's going to strike&lt;blockquote&gt;then no one even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bothered&lt;/span&gt; to move us under shelter even though the notice clearly states that when the light/siren goes off: go under shelter! Sheesh ~ Adults *rolls eye*&lt;/blockquote&gt; Then mark attendance, then have to hand up wallet+handphone+psp+whatever electronics other than calculator, watches that are expensive+tidbits -.- &lt;blockquote&gt;WTHECK? TIDBITS SIA ~ I'm not sure if they returned the tidbits... wasted tidbits. *SIGHS*&lt;/blockquote&gt; Anyway, carrying on ~ what happened was that after awhile, went to class to put bags -.- In a camouflaging way ~ Which 1-4 couldn't do it. &lt;blockquote&gt;Seriously. I recommend putting it on the floor instead of on the wall cabinet thingys. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So we had to take our water bottles of 1.5ml out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I brought my Nike water bottle instead, couldn't find a 1.5ml one ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then we were taught how to do a cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I totally forgotten how, but I remember there's a part which goes:&lt;br /&gt;F is for the fun ???&lt;br /&gt;O is for orientation?&lt;br /&gt;U is for ??&lt;br /&gt;R is for ...???&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Yeah. Not effective on me x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Finally, we headed to the class, in 2 rows consisting of: odd numbers and even numbers. Not sure why they did that for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But I think it's for spreading the weight of naughtiness fairly... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then we started this totally short/long talk by Mr. Ching while we odd numbers were given this cream coloured square cloth by the councillors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aiman and Min Young, Aiman is seriously *ugh*, he's like this tough guy. Totally act. Like, just act cool act tough. Fake-ass. *roll eyes*. Hehe ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then we started our games! ACTIVITES! WOOT! HOHO! YAY! HYPER! HIGH! FUN! WOOT! CHEERS! COMPETITIVENESS! *all of sudden became emo*. Our first stop was along the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; block A&lt;/span&gt;. Where we have to pass a water bottle using our foot. WAIIIT ~ Don't think it's so easy yet! Camps *huh!*, they never give you the easy way out. You can only use &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;one &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;leg/foot to pass the bottle about. Then we tried for awhile. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious!&lt;/span&gt; Everyone was totally trying to pass it, then there could be about 4-5 feet holding up the bottle. LOL. But we always seem to drop it at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... where I am -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But anyway we got up again and tried doing it AGAIN! WOOT! Then the hilarious part came &lt;blockquote&gt;it is to me, even if it might not be to you *sticks out tongue and do a "neh neh ni poo poo" action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Shun Xiang when the councillors were not looking, used &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;both &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of his legs to pass it! LOL. And he totally 'flipped' while passing it about! &lt;blockquote&gt;HE'S &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;SO CUTE&lt;/span&gt; LA! ;3 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then we quickly finished our 2nd bottle and left for the 2nd activity!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; The one near the canteen but not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; the canteen&lt;/span&gt;! It was like, we have this half-tube each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;imagine a tube. imagined it? then imagine it being sawed into half. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;half&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. not 3/4 or 1/4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt;. then that's the half-tube I'm talking about. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;still can't imagine it?&lt;/span&gt; ... sheesh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tag me and i'll try to find a way to demonstrate to you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and this marble. we have to make formations for this marble to move through. we can only hold the tube with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;two &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fingers. Yep. &lt;blockquote&gt;but no one seriously cares about this two fingers criteria cause i was practically using my whole hands to hold the half-tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then we have to do formations like: O, Z and U. We did U first. We totally tried to cooperate by doing a U. Then the marble totally fell after a few tries, then we tried overlapping them instead of linking them. it worked! but only the corners when it fell to the ground&lt;blockquote&gt;which unluckily: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm one of the corner people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I totally dropped the marble when it came to me! And everyone was going like: OI ~ CELIA! and my name was just chanted under breaths for awhile before the councillors snapped and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"Don't blame your teammate!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;i was seriously grateful for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So then, when it came to me, I went seriously slowly to pass it to the other person, then we finally finished the U formation! I totally jumped up and down, cheering &lt;blockquote&gt;;x totally oops. cause i shouldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; be doing that cause i didn't do a perfect job &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;the only one &lt;/span&gt;jumping up and down -.- *total awkwardness!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then it continued for the Z and O formation. Until we're finally finished, we headed to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;canteen&lt;/span&gt; and started playing this game which was a bit similar as an activity done during P5 camp, but only 10% more different. first person would have to guess the step. &lt;blockquote&gt;(e.g. left, right, behind, in front, no more)&lt;/blockquote&gt; then councillor would say if it's correct or not. so it just continues/carries on ~ then finally finished and headed off to the next station which is at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jurong Kopi Stop&lt;/span&gt;. We have to use this cloth &lt;blockquote&gt;(odd was cut into 2 smaller groups)&lt;/blockquote&gt; to pass 2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;oranges&lt;/span&gt; to the other group. then it was practically cheating and so not fun. but&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; whatever&lt;/span&gt;! we just went to the hall to find it was empty and headed to the canteen &lt;blockquote&gt;it's the meeting place for all groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;... to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-1922154569180339428?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1922154569180339428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=1922154569180339428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1922154569180339428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1922154569180339428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one-part-1.html' title='DAY ONE (part 1)'/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6857137886122431509</id><published>2010-03-11T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:41:20.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I am able to post *totally proud face*.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, A LOT of things had happened since I stopped posting to you guys *totally guilty*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from now on: I HATE GREGORY. Yep. I hate that fucking bastardy idiot. What happened??? It was during Science Lessons (gosh, Science lessons can have so much things to talk about... interesting) and it's like, him and Shang Wen was talking something bad about me, so I told him to pass me the distilled water. Then he used it to first spray Shang Wen before confiscating it. Then I was so pissed, so I walked over to him and started to "strangle" him. Then he used his mechanical pencil and poke it into my left hand and since there's lead, he just, like, cracked the lead and the lead stayed in there -.- I can't get it out. Shitty asshole. If my blood turns black, I'm SO going do it to him too. But this time, DIRECTLY at his blood vein. And a very long lead. So long that it's a lot harder for him to take it out. Fuck-tard -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today was our 'ANNUAL SPORTS DAY'. Which was so F.ing boring -.- Woke up at 5.20am and set off at 6am. I was actually planning to go with some classmates at 6.20am. But turned out they came like, 6.25am onwards. Was totally pissed. So quickly board the bus that was there and it turned out that we took ONE FRIGGING HOUR just to get there, to the Clementi Stadium. I was SUPER DUPER... frightened/worried. Cause it's like, 7.20-7.30am (possibility of a 7.40am? Not likely) when we reached, then we have to cross over to actually get to the stadium. Then sang SG anthem, said pledge then finally settled into position. Then activities (e.g. soccer, running, frisbee, captain's ball, etc.) started and ended. Finally prize giving. Seriously. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pissed off&lt;/span&gt; at that too! It's like, there's hardly any "CHENG HOUSE" being said aloud. -.- It's always "ZHONG", "QIN" or "AI". WTFUCK??? LOL. Then I was so pissed, hopefully can quickly go back home -.- Then I thought Qin was going to win the house cup (Cheng ended up 4th like last year), instead, it was Ai o.o" Very weird sia! Qin has gotten WAY more awards/trophies than Ai. -.- What's this, BRIBERY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. More interesting stuff next time, cause tomorrow's S1 camp! And I still didn't pack yet -.- Then next week is Choir camp... I don't want to go T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6857137886122431509?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6857137886122431509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6857137886122431509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6857137886122431509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6857137886122431509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5244171926517869853</id><published>2010-03-05T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:06:55.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If I could just see you once, I would definitely say a big "Sorry" to you for what I've done. It was just a gigantic mistake which made you lose a lot of time... I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Today was such a horrific day. Probably even worse than when I had to do stuff like go on stage to perform or take part in Javelin/Shotput. Seriously. It was a HUGE mistake and it took up my English Teacher's ONE hour of lesson. Just purely for my mistake...&lt;br /&gt;It was MT lesson yesterday when Miss Ong entered, then she asked for me, then she handed me the content page for the Eng. File, adding "3 of it for each person" to me. Then I just nodded, seriously dazed, before entering my class. But until today, did I realize that I didn't hand out the content page. Then everybody got it pretty much last minute. Then during Eng. Lesson, Miss Ong gave time for everybody to file in their stuff, write in the content page. For a full bloody ONE HOUR of her time, whereas she could've taught us a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS*&lt;br /&gt;Then everybody said because I gave them the content page last minute, I was a bit pissed, because:&lt;br /&gt;1. They could have just filed it at home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; getting the content page, a fucking content page doesn't effect and fucking thing in their filing since it's just writing down what the packed.&lt;br /&gt;2. That bastard Benjamin said that all fault is to be placed on me. Okay, fine, maybe 99%, but 100%? That's pure absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Yep. But I admit that it really was my fault. That it really was me who made such a big-ass mistake. I'm sorry Miss Ong... this will not repeat again! I promise! If it repeats again... then you could just find another person to replace me! I don't mind! Because it is a pure valid reason, not a fake-ass reason to 'fire' me from the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5244171926517869853?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5244171926517869853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5244171926517869853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5244171926517869853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5244171926517869853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-could-just-see-you-once-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-7571264379762902927</id><published>2010-03-04T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:02:13.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He-he! Hello people :) I have 5 mins to post about my day today!&lt;br /&gt;So, what happened today was more or less after Swimming lesson *swimming still rocks*. Because we have this Geography Make-Up lesson, then someone said it was changed to 2PM when it was 2.45PM previously. So, because we usually take FOREVER just after swimming, so everyone was so flustered and so rushed! Then most people chiong to the other side (which is the school) and some went to eat, some went to put their bags in the classroom. So after I placed my bag down, I went to have my super duper rushed lunch :) Then I looked at my watch "2.05PM!!!!" I rushed up to class and saw... the F.ing door was locked. LOL. Then I went into the library and saw Ms. Keyholder and a few other 1-4iians wandering about, looking forever lost. Then after, like, 5mins, someone took initiative to call Mrs. Pathy/confirm if there's lessons. Then that someone came back and said "2.45PM LA!!!" then everyone was so pissed off by whoever said that it was changed to 2PM. So, I followed Jananee to the canteen and I watched her eat... Nasi Lemak... hehe. LOL. Yeah... *__* And I saw somebody... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe :D LOL. It's like as if my post is getting so totally dreamy now. Then went back to class and sat outside the door and saw some inconsiderate and lame 1-4 boys playing with a crushed water bottle -.- Then it was pure havoc after 2.45PM cause Mrs. Pathy is not there yet! Then the someone again took initiative and called to see if there's any lesson, then because a whole bunch of initiative-ers went with initiative, we were told there's no lesson! Then everybody was cheering so deafeningly and everything, so happy *______* ! Then went to Lib. with Jananee then bused home (alone D;). So, here I am and there's no tutoring today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-7571264379762902927?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7571264379762902927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=7571264379762902927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7571264379762902927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7571264379762902927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-he-hello-people-i-have-5-mins-to.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-9188593581734067273</id><published>2010-03-03T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:11:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG today and yesterday was such FAB days! Haha! I mean, yesterday I can't really count it as 'fab', but it was 'hectic', 'crazy', 'revolutionary'... Whatever the last word meant. Yesterday, we were at the Bio lab and we were doing the very famous to people who like hands on activities: 'EXPERIMENTS'! Then Mr Wan and Mr Wong was preparing the 2nd experiment for convenience, or whatever, so what happened was that it was around 9.15am and a small fire broke out. Cause the Bunsen burner was left unattended... Sighs, and they tell us to be safe... anyway, then the fire only spread at the teacher's workplace/table, nothing serious, then what was seriously hilarious was that the BOYS in my class SCREAMED! LOL! Then 2 of the boys damn Kpoh! Go near the fire -.- but it was deflamed ASAP ;) so I'm still alive, don't worry, I am not a ghost: YET. Then around 9.35am, there was a fire drill... Hehe :) yep, that's all for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;I would love to rank the subjects I seriously think was interesting today. &lt;br /&gt;1. Emaths! (why it's interesting? Because we're learning factorization while expanding, algebraic method, that kind of thing, then Mr Sim was going SO fast, so someone shouted: Mr Sim! Can slow down or not??? Then Mr Sim DID slow down, he went "'A' Same.... Right....?" it was PURE hilarious. Then he kept on with the act! He was totally moon walking back to his table!!! LOL!!! Then someone suggested to stand up slowly instead of our usual quickness (cause if we're caught last to stand, we have to so chicken dance!), and he demonstrated. Then someone else continued the joke, saying that the chicken dance should be danced SLOW MOTION, and he acted it out, then his face was totally RED from laughing!!! LOL! Then after school I saw Mr Sim teaching one of my classmates, then I said 'Hi!' before adding 'You must teach S....L....O....W....L....Y!' then I thumbs up at him and he was like, totally agreeing!!! LOL!!!  Anyway, TOP 2!&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese :) the content was interesting... Hehe... LOL&lt;br /&gt;3. English (Miss Ong (in a way) stood up for me!!! After a long period of collecting homework in drips and drabs, Miss Ong was so pissed off &lt;br /&gt;at my class and totally did a lecture :D! Finally, I seriously hope this would change those classmates of mine's way of thinking... Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;4. Geography (it was Miss Lam, relief teacher/ Chemistry teacher)&lt;br /&gt;5. Media Literacy (this is last as I was totally last minute in giving my homework to get printed by a classmate... So I didn't get to show my &lt;br /&gt;homework T.T!!!! - NOTE TO SELF: don't do everything last minute!!! Especially when it involves people helping me out T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today at the end of school, after the Mr Sim thing, cause I signed up for Shotput and Javelin for sports day, then it's t&lt;br /&gt;today, I mean, the few not so important events ;x so I was so flustered!!! First, I need to tell someone in Choir that I'm not going, so I saw this level mate in choir, then I asked him to help me tell teacher that because of house thing I can't attend/will be late, then he said must tell Miss Teoh, so it was like a mad chase, in the end, I called her thru telecomm and told her that, THEN she told me that I have to tell someone   else, a senior or something. Then I was so pissed off! Then I just told someone to help me pass the MSG, she's previously from WGPS! Hehe! Then I went for the events. Firstly, I was in shotput, then till my turn, I seriously realized the ball was F.ing heavy!!! And I could hardly throw any further T.T so after that, I went to Javelin, then learnt how to throw it... I prefer javelin. :) So next year, I'm gonna be FIRST in signing up for javelin :D I only need more practice though ;x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... That's all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-9188593581734067273?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9188593581734067273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=9188593581734067273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/9188593581734067273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/9188593581734067273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-today-and-yesterday-was-such-fab.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6476211199025212971</id><published>2010-02-27T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:57:27.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* BIG SIGH *&lt;br /&gt;I am so frigging bored right here... SIGHS *&lt;br /&gt;anyway... school's... normal. But I can't type this out on to this blog. Or else my Jie will freak out. LOL. And I'm not telling it out anyway. x; Alright... I'm just pure spamming my number of posts for no reason... BYE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6476211199025212971?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6476211199025212971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6476211199025212971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6476211199025212971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6476211199025212971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-sigh-i-am-so-frigging-bored-right.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6312072018456392769</id><published>2010-02-19T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:24:33.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm posting this though...&lt;br /&gt;But I just am...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I got a MC break from school x;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho~!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;P.S. I have a confession.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually and alien from Gweekziies and I'm here on Earth to inspect everything... I'm sorry I have deceived you guys...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6312072018456392769?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6312072018456392769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6312072018456392769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6312072018456392769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6312072018456392769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-know-why-im-posting-this-though.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-657803091989931386</id><published>2010-02-14T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:17:28.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO HAPPY THINGS HAPPENED ON AUDITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two things are:&lt;br /&gt;1. For my Beat Rush BP, I chained till x21! Song: Canon 2007 Woot !&lt;br /&gt;2. I level-ed up! Now I'm level 27! Woo hoo! And the licence was SUPER DUPER easy can??? I was practically SHOCKED to see the requirements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect: 12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Perfect Combo: x2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Score: 300000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOCKING RIGHT? Then even got a gift for level-ing up! *gasps* Still haven't opened it, but I'll open after I put in the photos x;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S3gTU-M_QRI/AAAAAAAAALY/SQkSnNn3eSE/s1600-h/x21+Canon+Groove+2007.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S3gTU-M_QRI/AAAAAAAAALY/SQkSnNn3eSE/s320/x21+Canon+Groove+2007.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438117801065660690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S3gTVT1YfvI/AAAAAAAAALg/M5r1JF7A4so/s1600-h/level+27%21.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S3gTVT1YfvI/AAAAAAAAALg/M5r1JF7A4so/s320/level+27%21.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438117806872231666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ! Found out what gift le! Very special: Level Bonus: Magic Lamp ;o Not sure if you can see what's the purpose. But if you can't, just tell me :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S3gT3SB7hAI/AAAAAAAAALo/xEgVbYeWx1w/s1600-h/magic+lamp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S3gT3SB7hAI/AAAAAAAAALo/xEgVbYeWx1w/s320/magic+lamp.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438118390503539714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me *filled with happiness*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-657803091989931386?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/657803091989931386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=657803091989931386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/657803091989931386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/657803091989931386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-happy-things-happened-on-audition.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S3gTU-M_QRI/AAAAAAAAALY/SQkSnNn3eSE/s72-c/x21+Canon+Groove+2007.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2101848631936729862</id><published>2010-02-14T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:33:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR &amp;amp; VALENTINES' DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; forever&lt;/span&gt; bored during CNY Days other than the Eve. I only get to go out and collect Ang Pao on the Eve... sighs. While others get so much cash. It's so unfair. And if you go and tag or tell me: Too bad. Or even boast about how much you got, you better watch out. Cause I'm not in a good mood during CNY Days. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; CNY! But school sucks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least on Tuesday, I'm going out with a few of my classmates to WWW and ETP! :D Sighs, finally I have something to cheer me up other than lame days. And my mum even went to Genting *total grudge in my mind cause she couldn't bring me there too*... right after the reunion dinner... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm just gonna keep this short, simple, not sweet. Definitely not sweet. Sour. Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Random Q: What do you dislike about CNY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Random Answer: Being so totally alone and no more Ang Paos to collect after the eve and all those... dragon dancers or something... a bit noisy... especially when I'm trying to get my beauty sleep in the morning around 10am... sighs! Doing all the household stuff cause my mum's out for the CNY days. Being alone... omg -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2101848631936729862?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2101848631936729862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2101848631936729862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2101848631936729862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2101848631936729862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-valentines-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-3600394961879129987</id><published>2010-02-12T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:43:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Random Q:&lt;br /&gt;What thrills you the most? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Random Answer:&lt;br /&gt;Double-decked buses. I guess I'm just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot! Today met with quite a lot of 6A-iians! WOOT! 6A ROCKS! :DD ! Yeah, I was surprised that LOTS of 2009 students came! Woah! I thought the school's website was practically DEAD sia. To find out that SO many people turned up! *gasps*! But I actually wanted Wo Xuan to turn up. So cute sia, his voice! I want to hear! LOL! Total craving for his voice. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM! Get this right, you minds! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; like him. I only like his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Finally got a few more people's Secondary school! Woots! Now, I'm gonna go update before 4pm. P.S.: DO YOU LIKE MY BLOGSKIN???? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause if you don't... too bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-3600394961879129987?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3600394961879129987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=3600394961879129987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3600394961879129987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/3600394961879129987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-q-what-thrills-you-most-why-my.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8115640766356419322</id><published>2010-02-11T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:15:05.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Random Q:&lt;br /&gt;Who's the first person you think of when somebody says: You have a big show-off in your class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My random answer:&lt;br /&gt;Wong Jia Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wow. Finally! Found time to post! *CHEERS ! *&lt;br /&gt;:DD ! So fun la, ever since I stopped posting x;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming lessons were horridly fun! WOOTS ! But I still hate what's happening in class. Like for example: Tomorrow's a CNY Eve Eve Party. And the teacher already asked who volunteers to go buy the food. There's a few many people raised up their hands (including mine x;) but in the end, those extra committee members, who are actually in charge of OTHER THINGS, went to buy instead. Fuck lo! Surely say is because no one bought. Walao, how to buy when you guys already went to buy??? And besides, it's not your turn to take initiative. Doing this is called being KAYPOH! Already select people go do, YOU DO FOR WHAT SIA???? -.- Obv. is those who volunteered take initiative right??? -.- Heck la! But at least tomorrow I only eat for half hour, next half hour go Panel Room for Choir Warm-up before performing during CNY. Damn -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... yeah. But swimming was still awesome!!! :DD ! The feeling when you first dipped your legs into the water... slightly cold, but after awhile, you feel it's getting hotter... haha! But it's fun. :) I hope my P doesn't come till 3 weeks later. x; Cause P.E. teacher says 5 weeks Swimming Lesson, another 5 weeks another time. Hoho !&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, very excited! Going back to WGPS to teach my tutee! If he/she got come, I mean. x; Hope got come la! Last week never come, so darn disappointed! -.- Anyway... I'm not sure if I want to do the project. Sian. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8115640766356419322?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8115640766356419322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8115640766356419322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8115640766356419322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8115640766356419322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-q-whos-first-person-you-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2300344356338410397</id><published>2010-02-04T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:21:37.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously busy this week with:&lt;br /&gt;- PROJECTS&lt;br /&gt;- HOMEWORK&lt;br /&gt;- SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY PROJECTS! Especially that stupid Science. One project's deadline has not even reached, but the teachers still give projects, more, more, more. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Homework is quite okay. And I've fixed this little homework luck thingy. Like, I have this bowl/cup/whatever made during DnT, so I just cut out little strips of paper and write down my subjects on it, then, when usually I'm a bit lost on what to start for homework, so I would shake the whatever till there's 1 strip of paper left in the whatever. Then I'll start on the subject :DD CREATIVE RIGHT?????? LOL&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah...!&lt;br /&gt;Then today is SO fun.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually dreading some things during this day, but it turned out to be: FUN, FUN, FUN!!!! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Like I was dreading this Swimming Lesson cause the girls have to wear swimsuit (total shyness) and the boys have to wear swimming trunks! LOL! A bit gross la. T-T&lt;br /&gt;Then I was in the "Still don't know how to swim" group. haha! Then we did a bit of kicking, breathing, then we swam from this far to that far, etc. SO FUN! Then after that, I was planning to help out in Art Club, but I didn't see anyone named "MISS SIM" in either of the art rooms ): So I came so freaking early!!! 2pm++!!!! OMG! The whole LAUGH Maths was 4.15pm.... SIAN! Anyway, then wait, wait, wait. Then can finally go to AVA room. Then I knew my junior never come T-T So I just did the booklet anyway, just do ahead, so I can explain (esp. since I tutoring a Foundation kid) in an "INTERESTING, INNOVATIVE AND FUN WAY!" LOL! So... yeah. Then I sat next to Hui Sen's and her junior. Sighs. So envy! T-T Anyway, gonna go, still need research for homework x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2300344356338410397?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2300344356338410397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2300344356338410397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2300344356338410397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2300344356338410397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/seriously-busy-this-week-with-projects.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-7461006120717211526</id><published>2010-01-30T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:19:57.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first c.i.p. in 2010'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOO HOO ! Today did C.I.P. with M.N.! Yes, my pass year teacher! Distributing food! At Marsiling! :DD! Haha! Just like last year! But last year we did it a bit later in the year! WOO HOO! SO FUN ! LIKE LAST TIME! HAHA! LOL. SO HYPER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, went to school aft. a breakfast at Mcdonald's. Then went to G.O., saw M.N.!!! SO EXCITED!!! Then M.N. told me Miss Sim got come too! SO HAPPY!!! LOL!!! Then check here, brief, then can board. Then sit next to Miss Sim and M.N. Keep ask me so much stuff! :DD!!! Haha! So cool! Then reach le, same place where we did our distribution. Block 3. ;DD! I hope Tiffy remembers... T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time the food is already ready to put inside the bags, not like last time where we have to spend time to group the food... or did we not..? Hmmhmm. Then this time was using RECYCLING BAG! HAHA! Not big stupid red plastic bags, but we still use them, for rice :) Then put put put, then went with M.N.'s group! Woo hoo!!! Then give out, give out, give out. Then aft. that, rested, we were pretty quick, because we had the help of trolleys! So we can do the whole list at once. ;DD I WANT TO DO MORE! :DD Don't know why I'm so rushed! LOL. Then M.S. let me use her totally professional pictures and me taking totally unprofessional pictures! xDD! Then M.S. asked me if during Thursday I can help out during Art Club, before LAUGH program. Then I was like... okay, I see first. But problem is I scared I can't make it. Then she said I go there 'help out' is to clean up the whole art room! LOL! Then this year is also West Grove's 10th anniversary! It's on my birthday! They're going to the NUS High (I think) to celebrate! So I can help with the props! And I can go too! If I could! :D! So cool! I mean, if it's only in the night... after Choir, aft a little homework... yeah... T-T LOL. Then so awesome la!!! So whenever the teachers need help, I'm their helper! WOO HOO!!!! LOL. Then went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to help the poor and the needy 12 times this year. :D I'm charging all of my energy helping out! :D And of course: Choir, School, Common Tests, Homework. ;DD I'M NOT HELPING NO TEACHERS IN JSS!!!! x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then I reminded M.N. of the Swensens treat. Then she said we bus to JP. But her hubby fetched us ;o! Haha, I can still remember this 'joke' about her hubby. Like, one random day, her hubby entered the classroom with her, carrying her books, then everyone was like, quite surprised. Then after he left, everyone asked M.N. who he is. Then she said "He's my husband of course! Or else who? Someone I just picked up from the street?" LOL! So went to JP~ Then at Swensens, *gasps!* I saw Ms. Dolly Lee! A JSS teacher! My 1-1 teacher! Or at least, before I transferred to 1-4. Eating at Swensens! :DD! But I just waved, didn't walk over to talk to her xDD Then ordered, M.N. said to bring me go buy lip balm because my lips were cracking, and I was staring at her: HUH? Swensens is not enough? You still want lip balm for me??? But I still went with her. Then bought this Pink Grapefruit. ;o Then eat eat eat, then she suddenly talked about JCs. I cant remember who started the conversation about JCs, but it just happened. Then she told me to aim for Anglo-Chinese JC. So I think... hmm... should be okay. Just have to make sure my mum confirms... Yeah, so I'm aiming for ACJC! WOO HOO!!!!!! Yepp!! Then went home. THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FIRST C.I.P. IN 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-7461006120717211526?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7461006120717211526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=7461006120717211526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7461006120717211526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7461006120717211526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/woo-hoo-today-did-c.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-595676250705901355</id><published>2010-01-26T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:24:45.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get prepared. I'm going to do a scolding post. Read if you want, but if you read, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tag&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; when I get a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tag&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. I not so officially hate the person sitting next to me during form classes (not MT classes!). She's so... cold -.- Up till today, STILL SO COLD! -.- I don't know what the HECK is WRONG with her. Like recently, I asked her if she could help me write down the school song's lyrics since she knew it very well, we need to memorize for Music, but during the previous lesson, I DIDN'T COME, and she didn't even TELL me when I asked her got what HOMEWORK. -.- Then she was like, shaking her head, then I was a bit paused... then my mind was blurring before coming to a clear picture: Nope, she don't want to write it down. WHAT THE F. IS HER PROBLEM SIA???? -.- Then after recess, I asked Xuan Jing, hope she could help me sing the song since I'm gotten the lyrics from Qing En, then she said, "I won't sing for you!" but she's P.S. la -.- "You ask the person sitting next to you lor! The keyholder!" Then I was like, without thinking, told her "Aiya, she also won't one la!" -.- When the 'keyholder' was right next to me... dots! But anyway, to heck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this time. when there's LOTS of worksheets to be filed in, then it was in class, so I asked her if she could borrow me her hole puncher, then she was like "Aiya! Why can't you guys all go buy yourself? Why must borrow from me? $2 only what!" That I was like... -.- What the heck. But she didn't even SAY anything when she's borrowing to a GUY or someone OTHER than me sia! -.- Like the Benjamin guy sitting behind me, he kept on borrowing stuff from her, then did she say "AIYA, GO BUY YOURSELF LA!"???? NOPE. HECK NO. I don't know if I should say she LOVES Benjamin or just practically loves to flirt. WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME THAT SHE DOESN'T LIKE ABOUT ME?????? -.- It's only FUCKING BORROWING HER STUFF!!!!! -.- I'm not gonna smash it into smithereens! -.- And sheesh, we still have a long way before we can (hopefully) end this piece of crap sia! -.- .... Then it's like, it's so frustrating with her lo. Every time like happy happy with boys, but when see girls, a bit rough, act tough, like she's boss like that -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sians! Sheesh -.- What a... bitch. Anyway, to heck with that bitchy girl. Gonna stop crapping. Cause I can't think about anything to talk about... maybe I should get some stuff to eat... YES, DOUBLE CHOCO MUFFIN!!!! WOO HOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-595676250705901355?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/595676250705901355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=595676250705901355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/595676250705901355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/595676250705901355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-prepared.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-1759194606072430814</id><published>2010-01-24T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:42:00.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. Haha, something happened to me in the lift that totally made me think a lot. I was coming back home, then two children, siblings, one boy and one girl. The boy's about 6? And the girl's about 5? So the girl was sitting on this scooter of hers, waiting for the lift to arrive like me. So then she asked her brother whether their mum really allow, then he was a bit quiet, like doubtful and yet at the same time really want to. Then the lift came, all of us entered it and she pressed 7, which is really a great feat for her, being quite short and the button at such a higher position. Then I pressed my level button. Then the girl told me in Chinese that both of them also lived on the 9th floor, and that made me infer that they are both going to their friend's house. So I asked them if they were going, just to clarify, then the girl said yes. Then because I had made a trip to the cake shop for my brother (it's his bdae!), the girl noticed the cake and asked me... If it was my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;son's&lt;/span&gt; bdae today. I thought I heard her wrongly, but I did not. But I quickly told her it was for my bro. I'm not sure if she heard, but both of them had left. Woah... First time being asked from a child if I had a son... Omg! Do I look so old?? Do I look married??? Too mature??? Well, I'm just gonna keep it with options. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's too short, so she might take anybody tall as married.&lt;br /&gt;2. I really look too mature.&lt;br /&gt;3. ... I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs! So weird a question could already keep my brain occupied... ;( kk, gonna quickly finish homework if possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-1759194606072430814?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1759194606072430814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=1759194606072430814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1759194606072430814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1759194606072430814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg_24.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-8708179870296722282</id><published>2010-01-23T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:04:19.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoo hoo ! At Tiffany's house using her father's &lt;s&gt;computer&lt;/s&gt; laptop. Anyway, it's like I'm starting to camp in her house every Saturday... hehe! YES, my printing stuff is done! Now to go update class blog. PLEASE, CLASS AUTHORS: PLEASE BLOG!!! POST SOMETHING!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-8708179870296722282?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8708179870296722282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=8708179870296722282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8708179870296722282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/8708179870296722282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoo-hoo-at-tiffanys-house-using-her.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6265572031261405647</id><published>2010-01-21T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:23:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL SO TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why, but just felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's like, yesterday, I came home from Choir (sighs, yes, I gave Choir a chance. Everybody should  have a chance, right? :} ) at a bloody 6pm. Then after that, I just ate, changed (no bath, no bath... sighs) then I quickly chiong my bloody homework. There was SO many. Err... lemme try to name out a few, E Maths, Geography, E Lit, English, DnT, Chinese... yeah... I think that's all... but I'm not sure -.- So confused! Then my table forever is packed and damn full, so had to do on the allure you to sleep bed. Ha ha. Then just did it lo, about 7pm start, about 9.45pm then finish... omg -.- I almost died! My heart was going to drop out, cause I started to have breathing difficulties... LOL. Just joking. Then quickly went to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, woke up, feeling so groggy... then as usual dad drove me to school :} Then don't know what to actually post for today. Just that I was away from P.E. But I still helped out. Yeah... -.- My brain has just migrated... okay, gonna collapse to the ground... soon... after I sign outr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLvced;mers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6265572031261405647?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6265572031261405647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6265572031261405647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6265572031261405647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6265572031261405647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4308253420372408387</id><published>2010-01-19T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:03:31.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighs. Today is such a stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;Long story... so get prepared. POPCORN AND SOFT DRINK READY???? LET'S START!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had thoughts about changing Choir to ELDDS. So, after recess, I found Ms. Lee walking around the corridor, so I quickly asked her if I want to change CCA, how can I change. So she told me to find the CCA Head or something. So after school, went to canteen eat first, then went to HOD (cause that's where the teachers told us to find her at, Hui Ling and I) Room and dialed Mdm Goh's extension number. Then I talked to her, give her the reason, then I didn't think about the reason yet, so I just stupidly gave one. Then aft. I told her the reason, she said 'You're wrong about ELDDS', and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust me&lt;/span&gt;. My heart was only half beating, then it's like somebody slapped my face, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really hard&lt;/span&gt; and I really wanted to start crying (because that's probably the next thing to do when somebody slaps you. the first thing I would do is slap the person back, but I can't slap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anybody&lt;/span&gt;. Cause I'm talking through the phone... unless you want me to slap the phone box -.- Which is a bit too mad) and then quickly say 'Thank you very much then, Mdm Goh' and just hang up. But I stupidly listened on. Kept listening to hear what she has to say. Then at last, she told me, if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; want to change CCA, talk to Ms Teo (I think) and tell her the reasons, then Ms Teo and Mdm Goh discuss... what the heck. Can't they just let one person decide everything??? Why must it be like, see this person, then see another person, then back to the first person again... CONFUSING RIGHT???? -.- A big URGHHHH!!!!! to the messy teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I decided on the bus to might as well keep to Choir... until I can find out why I seriously hate Choir and can join ELDDS... hmm... maybe I should make trouble in Choir... I mean, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't sing&lt;/span&gt;! And that means I can't join any competitions, which would mean that I would get lesser points deducted! THEN WHAT'S THE DAMN USE??? But if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; join the competitions, I might be a burden to the better choir members!!! GEEZ!!! I HATE CCA!!!! -.- Urghhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... yeah. That's the end of my long post and about my hazardous day. Or should I say a rebel day? -.-? Anyway, this year has already started on the tail of the tiger (which is bad, because cats hate to be stepped on, especially their tails)... hopefully I can quickly step off it by next month and quickly get everything POOF and done *crosses fingers* Wish my 4 years in Jurong SS a happy 4 years!!!! Or... heh heh! Maybe I want to change schools! YES! CHANGE SCHOOLS! During the 2nd or 3rd year. Sec 2 or Sec 3, change to another school... hmph! I mean, if I get good results and if the schools wanted me and if I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to change school (which is a definite 'YES' right now, since I'm stepping on the tail of the tiger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THE TIGER YEAR!!! TOO!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4308253420372408387?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4308253420372408387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4308253420372408387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4308253420372408387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4308253420372408387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/sighs_19.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-1650444717452716359</id><published>2010-01-18T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:44:15.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighs. Sick since yesterday... Sore throat, block nose, runny nose, cough... sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-1650444717452716359?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1650444717452716359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=1650444717452716359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1650444717452716359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1650444717452716359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-7406288366153937310</id><published>2010-01-16T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:08:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... crazying here with Tiffany at her cousin's house. Why am I here at her cousins house... I do not know... Haha ! Anyway, from the beginning, you lazy people!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.45am (huh ! At least I didnt sleep on like you, Tiffy! You still slept on for a FEW MINUTES). and then not sure what to do, so play iPhone... then around 10.30am (haha. Bath earlier than you, Tiffy!) Then quickly went to board bus. Then reached library and realized Tiffy still 'almost' boarding bus. Hehe ~ Then waited for her, in the meantime found 'CELIA'S ROBOT'! OMG, WHEN DID I GET A ROBOT???? Hmm... WOO HOO! I GOT A ROBOT!!!!! :DDDD!!! Then look look, go adult section, first look at comic then go look for 'Catherine Lim' books. Too bad, no Little Ironies. Then aft. that, was hungry, but went to Fairprice Extra to look for Tiffy's mum, then walked about (the awesome part that Tiffy claims is in her blog), then go Toast Box, then go eat, then bus back to Tiffy's house. Then play her computer for no reason, then suddenly her mum say go swimming. Then I also come along, then her mum prepared me a swimsuit, and all those stuff necessities la. Then cab to the Bukit Batok swimming complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then swim for awhile, then aft BATHE (as Tiffany wants it to be), we ate, then boarded her uncle's lorry. Then sat at the back. I've never totally 'jumped' into a lorry before. Hehe. Then when you see the cars 'tagging' the lorry, it's damn fun! :D Then reached the block, went up, waited awhile while her aunty and her mum go take the ordered food... and that's delivery??? -.-??? Then play gameboy while Tiffy played DS, then food came, blah blah blah. Then played the computer!!! WOO HOO!!! MOST EXCITING PART!!!! At first we didnt know the password, but her cuzzy LIED (as Tiffy loves to put it as) to us but finally HELPED (as I love to put it as) us. That's why we get to post. GET IT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Nothing to do. Just waiting... see when can go home... maybe never... omg... Oh, did you guys know? My heart's gone. Want to know why? Read Tiffy's blog. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-7406288366153937310?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7406288366153937310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=7406288366153937310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7406288366153937310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/7406288366153937310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-2803775206167325484</id><published>2010-01-14T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:27:49.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S07U_1SeFJI/AAAAAAAAALM/SLGPYnc0XY8/s1600-h/TWINNEH+%21.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S07U_1SeFJI/AAAAAAAAALM/SLGPYnc0XY8/s320/TWINNEH+%21.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426508794129421458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D QQ and I ^^ Hehe ~ !&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was as usual... yeah... bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-2803775206167325484?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2803775206167325484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=2803775206167325484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2803775206167325484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/2803775206167325484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/d-qq-and-i-hehe-anyway-today-was-as.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S07U_1SeFJI/AAAAAAAAALM/SLGPYnc0XY8/s72-c/TWINNEH+%21.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4065940434223534194</id><published>2010-01-13T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:09:32.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adoholik.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/pepsi_april_fool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 747px;" src="http://adoholik.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/pepsi_april_fool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can guess the real meaning of this? Ha-ha! I was totally fooled too, if you knew the real meaning. Yesterday went to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks 2 with a new classmate! :D Firstly she actually planned to just go to Jurong Point to buy the stupid files which the teachers requires. Then because she's sort of 'new' to Jurong Point, so I offered to be her 'tour guide'. So we took 154 there. Hehe. Then we shopped for files, ring files, flexi files, different types of them. Then we went to the food court at the basement to eat. I ate Western Fish N Chips while she ate Tomyam noodles. She's a 'mixed breed'. x; Her mum's from Thailand, her dad's from Malaysia, if I'm not wrong. But she learns Chinese. ;o Anyway, she eats SO slowly! LOL! I think we spent 1hour eating? LOL. I mean, an average person takes around 15-30minutes just to eat each day. Anyway, after that we planned to go walk about, after that then go home, but we saw it's raining damn heavily, so went to watch Alvin and the Chipmunk 2 ! Haha ! Then watch finish quickly go home xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. And I hate it how people don't tag me when they read my post, or when I have a question to ask. -.- Err, hello? A question? It meant to have an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/6SQ5BM7&lt;br /&gt;do this survey ;D no virus included. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4065940434223534194?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4065940434223534194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4065940434223534194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4065940434223534194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4065940434223534194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-guess-real-meaning-of-this-ha-ha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-4322318520982964050</id><published>2010-01-11T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:40:38.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am totally angry with the Class Committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's how I'm gonna start this thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not now, after I've eaten some Peach Jelly, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Our Class Committee has LOTS of roles. Enough roles for EVERYBODY. Some could even get extra roles. Then, just jumping to the main point, when we're choosing Subject Reps, then it's volunteering instead of voting. Then very siao sia, my teacher told the class say "Those who have is a subject rep., can be other reps too." So I was totally FOOLED sia. I thought if I join English Rep, I can be the Welfare Coordinator. SO I JUST VOLUNTEERED. I VOLUNTEERED SAY I WANT TO BE AN ENGLISH REP ~ ! URGHHH !!!!! What's worse was that when the Welfare selection came, I raised my hand, wanting to be a Coordinator, then I was SO MAD when my teacher said I can only be in one of the 10 members. Then I said I wanna switch. Then she said, can't. Or at least just say, Members can also help. Then I became SO STUPID. Like I was processing things in my head. I just went... *nod*.... I WAS SO STUPID! Then I really felt like crying, once I knew what had just blown past me. TWO YEARS??? ENGLISH REP??? IT SUCKS!!! URGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be a Welfare Coordinator sia! Assistant also not bad! BUT MEMBER??? But wait, what's even WORSE was that once we went to the members part, my teacher didn't even PUT me in the MEMBERS part!!!! URGHH!!!!!!! I HATE THIS! I don't care what's gonna happen, party, presents. I DON'T CARE. I'M NOT SUPPORTING THIS STUPID THING!!!! I know this might mean something bad in my report book, but I DON'T CARE! I'm not gonna join any stupid games/parties/etc. created by the members of the Welfare Department. It's seriously maddening to know that you're not even a MEMBER. -.- Sucks la!!!!!!!! I really hope next year my S2 would be a batch of new students. New faces, new TEACHERS. I hate my form teacher. I'm not going to concentrate when she's teaching. And I don't F.ing care. Even if I just pass, I can't give a damn for her subjects.&lt;br /&gt;English Rep. YOU SUCK!!!! I HATE YOU!!!! STOP PESTERING ME!!!! FROM NOW ON: I'M TOTALLY LOUSY IN ENGLISH, MATHS, SCIENCE, MT. OR AVERAGE. So at least I won't be any STUPID ARSE who chose it. Maybe I could try being a Student Council... you have to be good in every area. Sian. All of a sudden, I just wish that I'm not from Jurong. I just wish that I'm in another school. Another school where there's new faces, teachers and a whole new batch of class committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask you guys, honestly, am I fit to be a Welfare Coordinator? A Welfare-iian has to make games, put up parties, send gifts, update the notice board, etc. Or should I just stick to aim for being a Student Council...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-4322318520982964050?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4322318520982964050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=4322318520982964050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4322318520982964050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/4322318520982964050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-totally-angry-with-class-committee.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-255062190439024134</id><published>2010-01-08T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:45:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG. SOMETHING HAPPENED IN SCHOOL, YOU COULD NOT GUESS WHAT HAPPENED &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(or you could... but don't tell anyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, Mediacorp just came into our school! YES, MEDIACORP.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S0bFN8tcgfI/AAAAAAAAALE/82oTb0lUjdo/s1600-h/Mediacorp_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 42px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S0bFN8tcgfI/AAAAAAAAALE/82oTb0lUjdo/s320/Mediacorp_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424239644640051698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just ENTERED our school! Then early in the morning got flag raising, they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filming us sing the National Anthem&lt;/span&gt;! This is SUCH A BIG THING for ME! LOL! But what's more COOL is this: After recess, during English lesson, they entered 1-4 and &lt;span class="third_bodytxt_sitcom"&gt;Suhaimi Yusof was right behind them! He looks SO cooler than on TV! All thanks to those pixel things... okay, fine, I'm not a computer whiz *rolls eyes*. Then the camera was like, zooming across the class *oh shoot, what if they had me on TV???? THAT'S AWESOME!!!!*, then after awhile, Suhaimi was at the back of the class, sitting down and 'introducing' our table. Well, our table isn't really squared shaped, but ~ well ~ it's more of a weird shape (totally hard to do group work with) and then he said something about that, then he pushed the table and joined it with the guy sitting beside me, then he took the basket (where we put our stuff, it's portable) and went out of the camera sight to look for his 'books'. Haha! So awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-255062190439024134?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/255062190439024134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=255062190439024134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/255062190439024134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/255062190439024134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/S0bFN8tcgfI/AAAAAAAAALE/82oTb0lUjdo/s72-c/Mediacorp_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-6064908313287913855</id><published>2010-01-07T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:31:53.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's how I started my day :) These few days during the Orientation was SO packed that I didn't have time to post. I mean, when I came back, it's like, 4pm++, WAY off my timing. But whatever. :) I MISS MY COMPUTER, TIFFANY, 6A-IIANS!!!!!!!!! Today, when I bused back home from JP using 192, I saw all the WG-iians coming out of the school gate, then 2 of them boarded the bus... sighs... then saw their uniforms... and mine was already gone... URGHH!!!!! This is SO frustrating!!!! It'd be even worse if I took 242 -.- Sian. I AM SO UPSET CAUSE I DIDN'T GET TO MEET MY 6A-IIANS!!!!! Why not let's meet up? :) Well... I'm not so sure when... sighs. But I hope SOON before I go MAD. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, trying to post briefly, lemme just tell you guys about my 2nd day, 3rd day and of course, TODAY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 2 OF THE ORIENTATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second day was just SPLAT like that. Assembled at the Parade Sq., then went to do the JSS Treasure Hunt. Then 2 groups were split, 1 group go to not sure where while the other stayed in the Hall. Hall people have to run to this Blue Hockey Stick and turn around 10 times with your head touching the tip. Then run a bit, collect a cardboard and a pingpong and try to balance the P.P while heading to the wall, touch the wall, then come back. Then aft. that, next place was PBL Studio. Then we had to built a tower. Then all those nearest to the materials FOREVER get to do the stuff. And I HATE it -.- The group is TOO BIG -.-!!!! It's just how those people sitting down there and doing those stuff without giving out any jobs to ANYBODY, would blame those without any jobs and say that they're slacking, that they are lazy, that they are not doing anything. AND THAT IS SERIOUSLY FRUSTRATING, OKAY???? Seriously sick and tired of group work. Especially when 1 takes all the credit when he/she didn't give out any jobs and blame other teammates and also especially when 1 just TAKES it without doing anything when he/she has a job to do -.- SIAN LE LA!!!! Especially JSS Sec1 got A LOT of group work -.- I'm gonna die. I hate it. I hate it with girls, I hate it with boys. Boys are too immature -.- They just go ahead and do anything they liked without thinking. Girls are too... well, either a do-it-all or a do-nothing-but-take-credit person, or a leave-it-to-somebody-to-think-of-something-all-I-have-to-do-is-to-listen-to-the-instructions. GRR -.-! Whatever. You can live this through, Celia. YOU CAN!!!! Then aft. recess, got SMASH THE LOLLIPOP thing, then you have to make a lollipop and a catapult. Whoever's interested, just ask. Besides, I doubt anybody would. Cause if you guys did, it's probably just because you pity me that nobody asked. And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; pitying :) TQ vehh much! Then not sure what happened, then go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ~ Gonna finish soon. I'm trying to keep it short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So early in the morning, they said that we're ALL gonna be CHANGED ~ ALL our CLASSES~ -.- SO IRRITATING !!!! -.- Then I became 1-4 (or also known as LOVE previously). Then MOST of my students/classmates CHANGED. URGHHH!!!! -.- So... whatever. Then met the teacher, Ms. Norita and Ms. Tng. I think... -.-" Well, to heck with it! Anyway, so talk talk talk, intro, intro, intro, then go take photo and online survey. Woah seh, online survey must have Facebook 1 sia! So that means all JSS have facebook! LOL! Then take le, go recess, then go hall, talk, talk, then we have to do 3 things, I think. 1 is line up alphabetically. Not by surname. First name, Christian name, Chinese Han Yu Ping Ying, whatever. Just no Surname. No class reg. I think. -.- Then next one is by height. Then is by bdae... yep. Then cheering competition, in 5 mins, made up with one. Omg -.- Then whatever. Then have this class picnic in class. Half the class brought tidbits, then must eat finish. LOL lo. Everyone stuffing it down. Esp. LOL when aft. the picnic, then got leftovers, so put chips into one bag put sweets in another. Then anyone wanna take home can take home. LOL. So mixed up la! Haha ! Then aft. that, Prize Presentation.. debrief then go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, go school, go classroom assemble, first period Literature. A few task like that la, but next week then hand up... I think -.- Whatever. Then next is EMaths, then the teacher a bit... not sure la. Strict? -.-? Then finally finish, then is MT, nope, no HMT for me ): So also a male teacher, then he quite okay la. But then we have to choose a MT monitor+monitress. SO FUNNEH lo! During the voting! HAHA ! Then is P.E. So must quickly change, then the teacher so strict -.- Sighs. Whatever. Then finally come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY! IT ENDS!!! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-6064908313287913855?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6064908313287913855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=6064908313287913855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6064908313287913855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/6064908313287913855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh-yep-thats-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-5233975619207336821</id><published>2010-01-04T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:51:18.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;YES. CAN LE. CAN USE INTERNET, CAN CALL PEOPLE, CAN ADD PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY IPHONE IS OFFICIALLY WORKING !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And total thanks to Emily for giving me that advice :]&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll start adding. But since no one really wants my number: WHATEVER ~ HAHA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16gb of INTERNET!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'd better not go over it. Hehe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;DD Gonna go add numbers now. Go die, you late comers. Seriously -.- Cause I don't see what's so nice to add you guys now. YOU GUYS RUINED YOUR CHANCES! HAHA !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, early in the morning, dad drove me to school.. :]&lt;br /&gt;Then aft. that, too early ma, cause only like, 6.30am -.-? LOL. Then so walked about, went to Hall, still haven't 'ready' yet. So 7.30am then can go in, settle down, talk, then go class, change P.E., go back hall, then have this type of auditioning for sports la. All the sports CCAs. So the first one was 'CROSS-COUNTRY', then must run around the Hall till the teacher say 'stop', then in the mean time while we're running, they will pull out students to 'join/audition' for it. So I on purpose run at the back, then at the same time, with my really slow stamina, haha! I was almost going to stop when the teacher blew the whistle and didn't pull me out!!!! WOOHOOO!!!!!! Then, next was Volleyball, I think. Or was it BBall? Whatever. Then we have to do THREE drills and I SUCKED in ALL of them. LOL! But not sure why, my heart hurt a little bit, while doing the drills -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, then they also selected some out.. then A LOT of my classmates got selected. Only those 'LEFTOVERS' left for class lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got Student Councillors, some 'extra', keep enter, leave, enter leave. Like our classroom is this hotel check-in/check-out counter -.- But it was a bit... lame? The S.C. tried to make us HYPER. But all of us like dead like that, all so cold to each other. Only this girl, Jasmine, she's a Virgo. She's quite participative. Hmhm. Well, to heck with that, then we changed back to Uni. cause S.C. told us to. Then go for Recess at arnd 10.45am? Then go back class at 11.20am. Then eat a bit full la. Then aft. that, rest awhile in class then go Hall again. Then talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then Mr. Ching/Chin was like, asking S1 why some nvr wear P.E., cause MUST bring. Then he didn't know some of us Loyalty-iians was being 'ordered' to change, so he also made us stand -.-" But in th end we sat. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft. that... talk a bit more, then Girl and Boy talk. Girls go this PBL Studio, boys stay in hall. Then talk finish, come back. Do this FRIENDSHIP DANCE. -.- Then already 2.15pm, then quickly go back class, pack pack pack, then rush to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY I CAME EARLY NIA! The bus stop was SO FRIGGING FULL!!!! Then the stupid 154 SO SLOW -.-" !!!!! But luckily I squeezed on board the bus and got a seat. Then so frigging frustrating are some of the Jurong SS people, cause the bus is like, the new bus, then most of the seats at the back, and you must walk 2 steps up to find 'more' seats or something like that, then the back, where the seats are, the 'walkway' or something, has SPACE. SPACE!!!! Then those stupid people, like IGNORANT or something, didn't even want to MOVE. Didn't even take initiative to MOVE to the back!!! -.- So pissed sia. To see so many people squeezed -.- But WHATEVER LA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I go take 30 liao -.- Sian. Then bused in 242 then back :) At 4pm, need do tuition homework, then watch some vids... hehe. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-5233975619207336821?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5233975619207336821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=5233975619207336821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5233975619207336821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/5233975619207336821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129934373947839023.post-1801280884022215133</id><published>2010-01-03T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:38:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's not what you wear or who you hang out with that makes you special, Crab. It's the cool qualities you have inside that keep your fans coming back for more. Stop trying to follow the crowd when you know deep down you're the one that should be leading it by example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.alloy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GOT AN IPHONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't remember my special HP no. (lol) and you cannot call me yet, cause the SIM card thingy is still not 'ready' or whatever. Maybe Tuesday then can start calling/sms/get free apps/etc. ;DD&lt;br /&gt;Woahh, so excited. HAHA !&lt;br /&gt;Then the screen got protected d, so no stinkehh fingerprints can stick on it xDD. Then a bit hard to type a message la, so if you got some typos from me, hehe, ps o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow Orientation. 5am must wake up -.- But see first la. First day must wake early. See traffic. xDD But.. yeah, I'm not bringing my big bag pack, I bought a small cute bag tdy. Not sure if school allow ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What phone type and brand do you LOVE the MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129934373947839023-1801280884022215133?l=laughterwith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1801280884022215133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129934373947839023&amp;postID=1801280884022215133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1801280884022215133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129934373947839023/posts/default/1801280884022215133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterwith-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-what-you-wear-or-who-you-hang.html' title=''/><author><name>reemindher celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650563933232182366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJVD2Iuqaw4/TFfXnwNBrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t3CcWBV5KAk/S220/IMG_0024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
